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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... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'à Bermoothes ...
... hour destroy us ? Pro . Wherefore did they not Well demanded , wench : My tale provokes that question . Dear , they ... hours , and tutors not so careful . Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still - vex'à Bermoothes ...
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... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure . Let us be jocund : will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
... hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? Ste . Ay , on mine honour . Ari . This will I tell my master . Cal . Thou mak'st me merry : I am full of pleasure . Let us be jocund : will you troll the catch You taught me but ...
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... hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness . My father stays my coming ; answer not . The tide is now : nay , not thy ...
... hour o'er - slips me in the day , Wherein I sigh not , Julia , for thy sake , The next ensuing hour some foul mischance Torment me for my love's forgetfulness . My father stays my coming ; answer not . The tide is now : nay , not thy ...
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... hour , That Silvia at friar Patrick's cell should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time , So much they spur their expedition . Enter SILVIA . See , where she comes . - Lady , a ...
... hour , That Silvia at friar Patrick's cell should meet me . She will not fail ; for lovers break not hours , Unless it be to come before their time , So much they spur their expedition . Enter SILVIA . See , where she comes . - Lady , a ...
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... hour : I will prevent this , detect my wife , be revenged on Falstaff , and laugh at Page . I will about it ; better three hours too soon , than a minute too late . Fie , fie , fie ! cuckold ! cuckold ! cuckold ! [ Exit . SCENE III ...
... hour : I will prevent this , detect my wife , be revenged on Falstaff , and laugh at Page . I will about it ; better three hours too soon , than a minute too late . Fie , fie , fie ! cuckold ! cuckold ! cuckold ! [ Exit . SCENE III ...
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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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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.
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