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 40
... comes my master . Quick . We shall all be shent . Run in here , good young man ; go into this closet . [ Shuts SIMPLE in the closet . ] He will not stay long . - What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! -Go , John , go inquire ...
... comes my master . Quick . We shall all be shent . Run in here , good young man ; go into this closet . [ Shuts SIMPLE in the closet . ] He will not stay long . - What , John Rugby ! John , what , John , I say ! -Go , John , go inquire ...
Strona 42
... comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , is an unmeasu- rable distance . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman . Mrs. Page . Let's consult together against this greasy ...
... comes ; and my good man too : he's as far from jealousy , as I am from giving him cause ; and that , I hope , is an unmeasu- rable distance . Mrs. Ford . You are the happier woman . Mrs. Page . Let's consult together against this greasy ...
Strona 46
... comes doctor Caius . Enter Host , CAIUS , and RUGBY . Page . Nay , good master parson , keep in your weapon . Shal . So do you , good master doctor . Host . Disarm them , and let them question : let them Shal . How now , master parson ...
... comes doctor Caius . Enter Host , CAIUS , and RUGBY . Page . Nay , good master parson , keep in your weapon . Shal . So do you , good master doctor . Host . Disarm them , and let them question : let them Shal . How now , master parson ...
Strona 51
... comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal . Now , master Brook ; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That , indeed , sir John , is my business . knave , their master , in the door , who ...
... comes . Enter FORD . Ford . Bless you , sir . O ! Fal . Now , master Brook ; you come to know what hath passed between me and Ford's wife ? Ford . That , indeed , sir John , is my business . knave , their master , in the door , who ...
Strona 57
... comes here ? my doe ? Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. Ford . Sir John ? art thou there , my deer ? my male deer ... comes one way , and steals away a fairy in green ; SLENDER another way , and takes off a fairy in white ; and FENTON ...
... comes here ? my doe ? Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. PAGE . Mrs. Ford . Sir John ? art thou there , my deer ? my male deer ... comes one way , and steals away a fairy in green ; SLENDER another way , and takes off a fairy in white ; and FENTON ...
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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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