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 páginas |
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Página 121
... Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why ? sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord ! sir , no . Arm ...
... Arm . Boy , what sign is it , when a man of great spirit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great sign , sir , that he will look sad . Arm . Why ? sadness is one and the self - same thing , dear imp . Moth . No , no ; O lord ! sir , no . Arm ...
Página 122
... Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning : it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman , and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a ...
... Arm . Impossible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning : it fitteth the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman , and a gamester , sir . Arm . I confess both : they are both the varnish of a ...
Página 125
... Arm . Warble , child : make passionate my sense of hearing . - ( Amato bene . ) Moth . Concolinel [ Singing . Arm ... arms crossed on your thin belly's doub- let , like a rabbit on a spit ; or your hands in your pocket , like a man ...
... Arm . Warble , child : make passionate my sense of hearing . - ( Amato bene . ) Moth . Concolinel [ Singing . Arm ... arms crossed on your thin belly's doub- let , like a rabbit on a spit ; or your hands in your pocket , like a man ...
Página 126
... Arm . The fox , the ape , and the humble - bee , Were still at odds , being but three . Moth . Until the goose came out of ... arms , Th ' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , Liege of all loiterers and malcontents , Dread prince of ...
... Arm . The fox , the ape , and the humble - bee , Were still at odds , being but three . Moth . Until the goose came out of ... arms , Th ' anointed sovereign of sighs and groans , Liege of all loiterers and malcontents , Dread prince of ...
Página 133
... Arm . Chirrah ! Hol . Quare Chirrah , not sirrah ? Arm . Men of peace , well encounter'd . Hol . Most military sir , salutation . will whip about your infamy circùm circà . A gig of a cuckold's horn ! Cost . An I had but one penny in ...
... Arm . Chirrah ! Hol . Quare Chirrah , not sirrah ? Arm . Men of peace , well encounter'd . Hol . Most military sir , salutation . will whip about your infamy circùm circà . A gig of a cuckold's horn ! Cost . An I had but one penny in ...
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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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