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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Page 38
... Marry , sir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rascals , Bar- dolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and afterwards picked my pocket . Bard . You Banbury ...
... Marry , sir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rascals , Bar- dolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and afterwards picked my pocket . Bard . You Banbury ...
Page 39
... Marry , is it , the very point of it ; to mistress Anne Page . Slen . Why , if it be so , I will marry her upon any reasonable demands . Era . But can you affection the ' oman ? Let us de- mand to know that of your mouth , or of your ...
... Marry , is it , the very point of it ; to mistress Anne Page . Slen . Why , if it be so , I will marry her upon any reasonable demands . Era . But can you affection the ' oman ? Let us de- mand to know that of your mouth , or of your ...
Page 43
... Marry , were they . Ford . I like it never the better for that . - Does he lie at the Garter ? Page . Ay , marry , does he . If he should intend this voyage towards my wife , I would turn her loose to him ; and what he gets more of her ...
... Marry , were they . Ford . I like it never the better for that . - Does he lie at the Garter ? Page . Ay , marry , does he . If he should intend this voyage towards my wife , I would turn her loose to him ; and what he gets more of her ...
Page 50
... Marry , I thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . [ Stands back . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's ...
... Marry , I thank you for it ; I thank you for that good comfort . She calls you , coz : I'll leave you . [ Stands back . Anne . Now , master Slender . Slen . Now , good mistress Anne . Anne . What is your will ? Slen . My will ? od's ...
Page 54
... marry her at Eton . [ To them . ] Go , send to Falstaff straight . Ford . Nay , I'll to him again in name of Brook ; He'll tell me all his purpose . Sure , he'll come . Mrs. Page . Fear not you that . Go , get us properties , And ...
... marry her at Eton . [ To them . ] Go , send to Falstaff straight . Ford . Nay , I'll to him again in name of Brook ; He'll tell me all his purpose . Sure , he'll come . Mrs. Page . Fear not you that . Go , get us properties , And ...
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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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