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Pagina 13
... 489 : - " They drinke milke , or warme blood , and for the most part card them both together . " P. 631 , note ( 1 ) . For " Asunctus , " read " Asunetus . ” MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . P. 650 , note ( lxvi ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA .
... 489 : - " They drinke milke , or warme blood , and for the most part card them both together . " P. 631 , note ( 1 ) . For " Asunctus , " read " Asunetus . ” MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . P. 650 , note ( lxvi ADDENDA AND CORRIGENDA .
Pagina 14
... blood , than live in your air . VAL . You have said , sir . THU . Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . VAL . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . SIL . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off ...
... blood , than live in your air . VAL . You have said , sir . THU . Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . VAL . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . SIL . A fine volley of words , gentlemen , and quickly shot off ...
Pagina 21
... blood , Advise me where I may have such a ladder . VAL . When would you use it ? pray , sir , tell me that . DUKE . This very night ; for love is like a child , That longs for everything that he can come by . VAL . By seven o'clock I'll ...
... blood , Advise me where I may have such a ladder . VAL . When would you use it ? pray , sir , tell me that . DUKE . This very night ; for love is like a child , That longs for everything that he can come by . VAL . By seven o'clock I'll ...
Pagina 42
... Blood in the Head Vaine , S. ROWLAND , 1600 " Yet was no better than our prison base . " Annalia Dubrensia , 4to . 1636 . " Diss . I had of late ACT II . ( 1 ) SCENE I. - To speak puling , like a beggar at Hallow- mas . ] " It is worth ...
... Blood in the Head Vaine , S. ROWLAND , 1600 " Yet was no better than our prison base . " Annalia Dubrensia , 4to . 1636 . " Diss . I had of late ACT II . ( 1 ) SCENE I. - To speak puling , like a beggar at Hallow- mas . ] " It is worth ...
Pagina 54
... blood . BIRON . This is he . DULL . Signior Arme - Arme - commends you . There's villainy abroad ; this letter will tell you more . ( * ) Old copies , constable . a Tharborough ; ] A corruption of thirdborough ; a constable . b A high ...
... blood . BIRON . This is he . DULL . Signior Arme - Arme - commends you . There's villainy abroad ; this letter will tell you more . ( * ) Old copies , constable . a Tharborough ; ] A corruption of thirdborough ; a constable . b A high ...
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arms art thou Bardolph Ben Jonson BIRON blood BOLING BOYET called Collier's cousin dead death dost doth duke duke of Hereford earl editions Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear folio omits fool FORD gentle gentleman Gentlemen of Verona give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Holinshed honour humour John Shakespeare Juliet Kate KATH king lady LAUN letter look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam marry master means merry mistress never night noble NURSE old copies passage peace play POINS pray prince Proteus quarto Richard Richard II Romeo SCENE servant Shakespeare SHAL sir John soul speak stand Steevens Stratford sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thomas Nashe thou art thou hast tongue true Tybalt unto villain wife William Shakespeare wilt word
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Pagina 471 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Pagina 374 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Pagina 310 - For heaven's sake, Hubert, let me not be bound! Nay, hear me, Hubert: drive these men away, And I will sit as quiet as a lamb; I will not stir, nor wince, nor speak a word, Nor look upon the iron angerly. Thrust but these men away, and I'll forgive you, Whatever torment you do put me to.
Pagina 168 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 3 - I remember the players have often mentioned it as an honour to Shakespeare, that in his writing (whatsoever he penned) he never blotted out a line. My answer hath been, "Would he had blotted a thousand," which they thought a malevolent speech.