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 - Всего страниц: 884 |
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Стр. 8
... fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou dost snore distinctly : There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to do , Trebles thee o'er ...
... fortune sleep - die rather ; wink'st Whiles thou art waking . Seb . Thou dost snore distinctly : There's meaning in thy snores . Ant . I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too , if heed me ; which to do , Trebles thee o'er ...
Стр. 31
... fortune had not thwarted me . 2 Out . What ! were you banish'd thence ? Val . I was . 2 Out . For what offence ? Val . For that which now torments me to rehearse . I kill'd a man , whose death I much repent ; But yet I slew him manfully ...
... fortune had not thwarted me . 2 Out . What ! were you banish'd thence ? Val . I was . 2 Out . For what offence ? Val . For that which now torments me to rehearse . I kill'd a man , whose death I much repent ; But yet I slew him manfully ...
Стр. 33
... fortune still reward with plagues . I do desire thee , even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands , To bear me company , and go with me : If not , to hide what I have said to thee , That I may venture to depart alone ...
... fortune still reward with plagues . I do desire thee , even from a heart As full of sorrows as the sea of sands , To bear me company , and go with me : If not , to hide what I have said to thee , That I may venture to depart alone ...
Стр. 53
... fortune - telling . She works by charms , by spells , by the figure , and such daubery as this is ; beyond our element : we know nothing . - Come down , you witch , you hag you ; come down I say . Mrs. Ford . Nay , good , sweet husband ...
... fortune - telling . She works by charms , by spells , by the figure , and such daubery as this is ; beyond our element : we know nothing . - Come down , you witch , you hag you ; come down I say . Mrs. Ford . Nay , good , sweet husband ...
Стр. 55
... fortune to have her , or no . Fal . " Tis , ' tis his fortune . Sim . What , sir ? Fal . To have her , or no . Go ; say , the woman told me so . Sim . May I be bold to say so , sir ? Fal . Ay , sir , tike , who more bold ? Sim . I thank ...
... fortune to have her , or no . Fal . " Tis , ' tis his fortune . Sim . What , sir ? Fal . To have her , or no . Go ; say , the woman told me so . Sim . May I be bold to say so , sir ? Fal . Ay , sir , tike , who more bold ? Sim . I thank ...
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