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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... hope That he's undrown'd . Ant . O ! out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant ...
... hope That he's undrown'd . Ant . O ! out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant ...
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... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me ...
... hope now , thou art not drowned . Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon - calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm . And art thou living , Stephano ? Stephano ! two Neapolitans ' scaped ? Ste . Pr'ythee , do not turn me ...
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... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , " Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN ...
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , " Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land . Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to SEBASTIAN ...
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... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows , and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio . Now must we to her window , And give some evening music to her ear . Enter THURIO , and Musicians . Thu ...
... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows , and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio . Now must we to her window , And give some evening music to her ear . Enter THURIO , and Musicians . Thu ...
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... hope we shall drink down all unkindness . [ Exeunt all but SHALLOW , SLENDER , and EVANS . Slen . I had rather than forty shillings , I had my book of songs and sonnets here.— Enter SIMPLE . How now , Simple ! Where have you been ? I ...
... hope we shall drink down all unkindness . [ Exeunt all but SHALLOW , SLENDER , and EVANS . Slen . I had rather than forty shillings , I had my book of songs and sonnets here.— Enter SIMPLE . How now , Simple ! Where have you been ? I ...
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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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