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 21
... Unto a ragged , fearful , hanging rock , And throw it thence into the raging sea . Lo ! here in one line is his name twice writ , - " Poor forlorn Proteus ; passionate Proteus To the sweet Julia : " - that I'll tear away ; And yet I ...
... Unto a ragged , fearful , hanging rock , And throw it thence into the raging sea . Lo ! here in one line is his name twice writ , - " Poor forlorn Proteus ; passionate Proteus To the sweet Julia : " - that I'll tear away ; And yet I ...
Page 23
... Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in , But for my duty to your ladyship . [ Giving a paper . Sil . I thank you , gentle servant . " Tis very clerkly done . Val . Now trust me , madam , it ...
... Unto the secret nameless friend of yours ; Which I was much unwilling to proceed in , But for my duty to your ladyship . [ Giving a paper . Sil . I thank you , gentle servant . " Tis very clerkly done . Val . Now trust me , madam , it ...
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... unto the duke . 2 Out . And I from Mantua , for a gentleman , Who , in my mood , I stabb'd unto the heart . 1 Out . And I , for such like petty crimes as these . But to the purpose ; for we cite our faults , That they may hold excus'd ...
... unto the duke . 2 Out . And I from Mantua , for a gentleman , Who , in my mood , I stabb'd unto the heart . 1 Out . And I , for such like petty crimes as these . But to the purpose ; for we cite our faults , That they may hold excus'd ...
Page 32
... unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he lov'd her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Launce ? Host . Gone to seek his dog ; which , to - morrow , by his master's command , he must carry for a present ...
... unto this gentlewoman ? Host . I tell you what Launce , his man , told me , he lov'd her out of all nick . Jul . Where is Launce ? Host . Gone to seek his dog ; which , to - morrow , by his master's command , he must carry for a present ...
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... unto a hundred marks ; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Unto a woman , happy but for me , With her I liv'd in joy : our wealth increas'd , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . By prosperous voyages I often made To ...
... unto a hundred marks ; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Unto a woman , happy but for me , With her I liv'd in joy : our wealth increas'd , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . By prosperous voyages I often made To ...
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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.