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 pages |
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... father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's heat , Dashes the fire out . O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw ...
... father , you have Put the wild waters in this roar , allay them . The sky , it seems , would pour down stinking pitch , But that the sea , mounting to the welkin's heat , Dashes the fire out . O ! I have suffer'd With those that I saw ...
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... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings ...
... father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters , Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -but ' tis gone.- No , it begins again . ARIEL sings ...
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... father ! Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . Pro . What ! I say : My foot my tutor ? -Put thy sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a show , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt ...
... father ! Make not too rash a trial of him , for He's gentle , and not fearful . Pro . What ! I say : My foot my tutor ? -Put thy sword up , traitor ; Who mak'st a show , but dar'st not strike , thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt ...
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... father ; -no , this left shoe is my father : -no , no , this left shoe is my mother ; -nay , that cannot be so , neither : -yes , it is so , it is so ; it hath the worser sole . This shoe , with the hole in it , is my mother , and this ...
... father ; -no , this left shoe is my father : -no , no , this left shoe is my mother ; -nay , that cannot be so , neither : -yes , it is so , it is so ; it hath the worser sole . This shoe , with the hole in it , is my mother , and this ...
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... father's love ; Therefore , no more turn me to him , sweet Nan . Anne . Alas ! how then ? Fent . Why , thou must be thyself . He doth object , I am too great of birth , And that my state being gall'd with my expense , I seek to heal it ...
... father's love ; Therefore , no more turn me to him , sweet Nan . Anne . Alas ! how then ? Fent . Why , thou must be thyself . He doth object , I am too great of birth , And that my state being gall'd with my expense , I seek to heal it ...
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Page 194 - It was a lover and his lass, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino, That o'er the green corn-field did pass In the spring time, the only pretty ring time, When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding : Sweet lovers love the spring. Between the acres of the rye, With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino. These pretty country folks would lie, In spring time, &c.
Page 63 - To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.