The Plays of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Old Copies, and by the Recently Discovered Folio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript EmendationsWhittaker and Company, 1853 - 884 страници |
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... Arm . Shall I tell you a thing ? Hol . We attend . Arm . We will have , if this fadge not , an antick , I beseech you , to follow . Hol . Via ! -Goodman Dull , thou hast spoken no word all this while . Dull . Nor understood none neither ...
... Arm . Shall I tell you a thing ? Hol . We attend . Arm . We will have , if this fadge not , an antick , I beseech you , to follow . Hol . Via ! -Goodman Dull , thou hast spoken no word all this while . Dull . Nor understood none neither ...
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... Arm . Anointed , I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath , as will utter a brace of words . [ ARMADO ... arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France . " If your ladyship would say , " Thanks , Pompey , " I had done ...
... Arm . Anointed , I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath , as will utter a brace of words . [ ARMADO ... arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France . " If your ladyship would say , " Thanks , Pompey , " I had done ...
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... Arm . By the north pole , I do challenge thee . Cost . I will not fight with a pole , like a northern man : I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword . I pray you , let me borrow my arms again . Dum . Room for the incensed Worthies ! Cost ...
... Arm . By the north pole , I do challenge thee . Cost . I will not fight with a pole , like a northern man : I'll slash ; I'll do it by the sword . I pray you , let me borrow my arms again . Dum . Room for the incensed Worthies ! Cost ...
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... Arm . Sweet majesty , vouchsafe me.- Prin . Was not that Hector ? Dum . The worthy knight of Troy . Arm . I will kiss thy royal finger , and take leave . I am a votary : I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love ...
... Arm . Sweet majesty , vouchsafe me.- Prin . Was not that Hector ? Dum . The worthy knight of Troy . Arm . I will kiss thy royal finger , and take leave . I am a votary : I have vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love ...
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... arms . Fairies , be gone , and be a while away . So doth the woodbine , the sweet honeysuckle , Gently entwist : the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm . O , how I love thee ! how I dote on thee ! [ They sleep . Enter ...
... arms . Fairies , be gone , and be a while away . So doth the woodbine , the sweet honeysuckle , Gently entwist : the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm . O , how I love thee ! how I dote on thee ! [ They sleep . Enter ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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