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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 1
... swear against it , And gape at wid'st to glut him . [ 4 confused noise within . ] Mercy on us ! - We split , we split ! -Farewell , my wife and children ! — Farewell , brother ! -We split , we split , we split ! — Ant . Let's all sink ...
... swear against it , And gape at wid'st to glut him . [ 4 confused noise within . ] Mercy on us ! - We split , we split ! -Farewell , my wife and children ! — Farewell , brother ! -We split , we split , we split ! — Ant . Let's all sink ...
Strana 10
... swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved over - board , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore . Cal . I'll ...
... swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved over - board , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands , since I was cast a - shore . Cal . I'll ...
Strana 17
... swear . Pro . You do yet taste Some subtleties o ' the isle , that will not let you Believe things certain . - Welcome , my friends all.— But you , my brace of lords , were I so minded , [ Aside to SEB . and ANT . ! I here could pluck ...
... swear . Pro . You do yet taste Some subtleties o ' the isle , that will not let you Believe things certain . - Welcome , my friends all.— But you , my brace of lords , were I so minded , [ Aside to SEB . and ANT . ! I here could pluck ...
Strana 26
... swear , and love bids me forswear . O sweet - suggesting love ! if I have sinn'd , But , Valentine being gone , I'll quickly cross By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As ...
... swear , and love bids me forswear . O sweet - suggesting love ! if I have sinn'd , But , Valentine being gone , I'll quickly cross By some sly trick blunt Thurio's dull proceeding . Love , lend me wings to make my purpose swift , As ...
Strana 32
... swear , I am so far from granting thy request , That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit , And by and by intend to chide myself , Even for this time I spend in talking to thee . Pro . I grant , sweet love , that I did love a lady ; But ...
... swear , I am so far from granting thy request , That I despise thee for thy wrongful suit , And by and by intend to chide myself , Even for this time I spend in talking to thee . Pro . I grant , sweet love , that I did love a lady ; But ...
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