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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... tell you in your ear , ( I would have no words of it ) my master himself is in love with mis- tress Anne Page : but notwithstanding that , I know Anne's mind ; that's neither here nor there . Caius . You jack'nape , give - a dis letter ...
... tell you in your ear , ( I would have no words of it ) my master himself is in love with mis- tress Anne Page : but notwithstanding that , I know Anne's mind ; that's neither here nor there . Caius . You jack'nape , give - a dis letter ...
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... Tell him , cavaliero - justice ; tell him , bully- rook . Shal . Sir , there is a fray to be fought between sir Hugh , the Welsh priest , and Caius , the French doctor . Ford . Good mine Host o ' the Garter , a word with you . Host ...
... Tell him , cavaliero - justice ; tell him , bully- rook . Shal . Sir , there is a fray to be fought between sir Hugh , the Welsh priest , and Caius , the French doctor . Ford . Good mine Host o ' the Garter , a word with you . Host ...
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... tell you in your ear , she's as fartuous a civil modest wife , and one ( I tell you ) that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer , as any is in Windsor , whoe'er be the other and she bade me tell your worship , that her husband ...
... tell you in your ear , she's as fartuous a civil modest wife , and one ( I tell you ) that will not miss you morning nor evening prayer , as any is in Windsor , whoe'er be the other and she bade me tell your worship , that her husband ...
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... tell you of it , for he swears he'll turn me away . Mrs. Page . Thou'rt a good boy ; this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to thee , and shall make thee a new doublet and hose . - I'll go hide me . Mrs. Ford . Do so . - Go tell thy ...
... tell you of it , for he swears he'll turn me away . Mrs. Page . Thou'rt a good boy ; this secrecy of thine shall be a tailor to thee , and shall make thee a new doublet and hose . - I'll go hide me . Mrs. Ford . Do so . - Go tell thy ...
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... tell you good jests of him . - Pray you , uncle , tell mis- tress Anne the jest , how my father stole two geese out of a pen , good uncle . Shal . Mistress Anne , my cousin loves you . Slen . Ay , that I do ; as well as I love any woman ...
... tell you good jests of him . - Pray you , uncle , tell mis- tress Anne the jest , how my father stole two geese out of a pen , good uncle . Shal . Mistress Anne , my cousin loves you . Slen . Ay , that I do ; as well as I love any woman ...
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