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 |
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Strona 7
... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking , that our garments seem now as fresh , as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest ...
... bring forth more islands . Gon . Ay ? Ant . Why , in good time . Gon . Sir , we were talking , that our garments seem now as fresh , as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter , who is now queen . Ant . And the rarest ...
Strona 10
... bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet : I'll bring thee To clustering filberds , and sometimes I'll get thee Young ...
... bring thee where crabs grow ; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig - nuts ; Show thee a jay's nest , and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet : I'll bring thee To clustering filberds , and sometimes I'll get thee Young ...
Strona 14
... bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee power , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art : it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari ...
... bring the rabble , O'er whom I give thee power , here , to this place : Incite them to quick motion ; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art : it is my promise , And they expect it from me . Ari ...
Strona 15
... bring it hither , For stale to catch these thieves . [ Exit . Ari . I go , I go . Pro . A devil , a born devil , on whose nature Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains , Humanely taken , all , all lost , quite lost ; And as with age ...
... bring it hither , For stale to catch these thieves . [ Exit . Ari . I go , I go . Pro . A devil , a born devil , on whose nature Nurture can never stick ; on whom my pains , Humanely taken , all , all lost , quite lost ; And as with age ...
Strona 31
... bring thee to our cave , And show thee all the treasure we have got , Which , with ourselves , all rest at thy dispose . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Milan . The Court of the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . Pro . Already have I been false to ...
... bring thee to our cave , And show thee all the treasure we have got , Which , with ourselves , all rest at thy dispose . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - Milan . The Court of the Palace . Enter PROTEUS . Pro . Already have I been false to ...
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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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