The Works of Shakespeare: The Text Regulated by the Recently Discovered Portfolio of 1632, Containing Early Manuscript Emendations ; with a History of the Stage, a Life of the Poet, and an Introduction to Each Play, Bind 3Redfield, 1853 |
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Side 18
... ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any ...
... ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Ros . But is there any ...
Side 22
... lady Will suddenly break forth . - Sir , fare you well : Hereafter , in a better world than this , I shall desire more love and knowledge of you . Orl . I rest much bounden to you : fare you well . [ Exit LE BEAU . Thus must I from the ...
... lady Will suddenly break forth . - Sir , fare you well : Hereafter , in a better world than this , I shall desire more love and knowledge of you . Orl . I rest much bounden to you : fare you well . [ Exit LE BEAU . Thus must I from the ...
Side 35
... lady Fortune in good terms , In good set terms , —and yet a motley fool . " Good - morrow , fool , " quoth I : " No ... ladies be but young and fair , They have the gift to know it ; and in his brain , Which is as dry as the remainder ...
... lady Fortune in good terms , In good set terms , —and yet a motley fool . " Good - morrow , fool , " quoth I : " No ... ladies be but young and fair , They have the gift to know it ; and in his brain , Which is as dry as the remainder ...
Side 58
... lady's , which is nice ; nor the lover's , which is all these ; but it is a melancholy of mine own , com- pounded of many simples , extracted from many objects , and , indeed , the sundry contemplation of my travels ; which by often ...
... lady's , which is nice ; nor the lover's , which is all these ; but it is a melancholy of mine own , com- pounded of many simples , extracted from many objects , and , indeed , the sundry contemplation of my travels ; which by often ...
Side 70
... lady . Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon , when he showed me your handkerchief ? Orl . Ay , and greater wonders than that . Ros . O ! I know where you are . - Nay , ' t is true : there was never any thing so ...
... lady . Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon , when he showed me your handkerchief ? Orl . Ay , and greater wonders than that . Ros . O ! I know where you are . - Nay , ' t is true : there was never any thing so ...
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ANTIGONUS AUTOLYCUS Baptista BERTRAM better Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bohemia brother Camillo CLEOMENES Clown Count daughter dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fool Forest of Arden fortune Gent gentleman George Buc give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Hortensio Illyria Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress never Olivia Orlando Padua Petruchio Polixenes pr'ythee pray Re-enter Rosalind Rousillon SCENE servant Shakespeare Shep Shrew Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir TOBY Sir TOBY BELCH sirrah speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio Vincentio what's wife Winter's Tale word youth
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Side 38 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Side 26 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Side 370 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...
Side 33 - Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat, Come hither, come hither, come hither ; Here shall he see No enemy, But winter and rough weather.
Side 273 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save. Lay me. O. where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!
Side 39 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen, Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh, ho! sing, heigh, ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho ! the holly ! This life is most jolly.