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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... live ; if no , then thou art doom'd to die.- Jailor , now take him to thy custody . Jail . I will , my lord . Ege . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Ægeon wend , But to procrastinate his lifeless end . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A public ...
... live ; if no , then thou art doom'd to die.- Jailor , now take him to thy custody . Jail . I will , my lord . Ege . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Ægeon wend , But to procrastinate his lifeless end . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A public ...
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... live no longer in monument , than the bell rings , and the widow weeps . Beat . And how long is that , think you ? Bene . Question : why an hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum : therefore is it most expedient for the wise , ( if ...
... live no longer in monument , than the bell rings , and the widow weeps . Beat . And how long is that , think you ? Bene . Question : why an hour in clamour , and a quarter in rheum : therefore is it most expedient for the wise , ( if ...
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... live , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . DRAMATIS PERSONEÆ . Officers and others. Claud . Now , unto thy bones good night ! Yearly will I do this rite . D. Pedro . Good morrow , masters : put your torches out . The wolves have prey'd ; and look ...
... live , LOVE'S LABOUR'S LOST . DRAMATIS PERSONEÆ . Officers and others. Claud . Now , unto thy bones good night ! Yearly will I do this rite . D. Pedro . Good morrow , masters : put your torches out . The wolves have prey'd ; and look ...
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... lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When , spite of cormorant devouring time , Th ' endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour , which shall bate his scythe's keen edge ...
... lives , Live register'd upon our brazen tombs , And then grace us in the disgrace of death ; When , spite of cormorant devouring time , Th ' endeavour of this present breath may buy That honour , which shall bate his scythe's keen edge ...
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... lives , and dies , in single blessedness . Her . So will I grow , so live , so die , my lord , Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship , to whose unwish'd yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty . Ege . With duty ...
... lives , and dies , in single blessedness . Her . So will I grow , so live , so die , my lord , Ere I will yield my virgin patent up Unto his lordship , to whose unwish'd yoke My soul consents not to give sovereignty . Ege . With duty ...
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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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