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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... speak so indirectly , I am loath : I would say the truth ; but to accuse him so , That is your part ; yet I'm advis'd to do it , He says , to ' vailful purpose . Mari . Be rul'd by him . Isab . Besides , he tells me , that if ...
... speak so indirectly , I am loath : I would say the truth ; but to accuse him so , That is your part ; yet I'm advis'd to do it , He says , to ' vailful purpose . Mari . Be rul'd by him . Isab . Besides , he tells me , that if ...
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... speak . Lucio . No , my good lord ; Nor wish'd to hold my peace . Duke . I wish you now , then : Pray you , take note of it ; and when you have A business for yourself , pray heaven , you then Be perfect . Lucio . I warrant your honour ...
... speak . Lucio . No , my good lord ; Nor wish'd to hold my peace . Duke . I wish you now , then : Pray you , take note of it ; and when you have A business for yourself , pray heaven , you then Be perfect . Lucio . I warrant your honour ...
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... speak with her . Pray you , my lord , give me leave to question ; you shall see how I'll handle her . Lucio . Not better than he , by her own report . Escal . Say you ? Lucio . Marry , sir , I think , if you handled her pri- vately ...
... speak with her . Pray you , my lord , give me leave to question ; you shall see how I'll handle her . Lucio . Not better than he , by her own report . Escal . Say you ? Lucio . Marry , sir , I think , if you handled her pri- vately ...
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... speak after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? Claud . No ; I pray thee , speak in sober judgment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for ...
... speak after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? Claud . No ; I pray thee , speak in sober judgment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too little for ...
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... Speak , cousin ; or , if you cannot , stop his mouth with a kiss , and let him not speak neither . D. Pedro . In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care ...
... Speak , cousin ; or , if you cannot , stop his mouth with a kiss , and let him not speak neither . D. Pedro . In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of care ...
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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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