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 37
... BARDOLPH , FORD , Two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . PAGE , WILLIAM PAGE , a Boy , Son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welsh Parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French Physician . Host of the Garter Inn . PISTOL , NYM , Followers of Falstaff ...
... BARDOLPH , FORD , Two Gentlemen dwelling at Windsor . PAGE , WILLIAM PAGE , a Boy , Son to Mr. Page . Sir HUGH EVANS , a Welsh Parson . Dr. CAIUS , a French Physician . Host of the Garter Inn . PISTOL , NYM , Followers of Falstaff ...
Page 38
... BARDOLPH , NYM , and PISTOL . Fal . Now , master Shallow ; you'll complain of me to the king Shal . Knight , you ... Bar- dolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and afterwards picked my pocket ...
... BARDOLPH , NYM , and PISTOL . Fal . Now , master Shallow ; you'll complain of me to the king Shal . Knight , you ... Bar- dolph , Nym , and Pistol . They carried me to the tavern , and made me drunk , and afterwards picked my pocket ...
Page 39
... Bardolph ; he shall draw , he shall tap : said I well , bully Hector ? Fal . Do so , good mine host . Host . I have spoke ; let him follow . - Let me see thee froth , and lime : I am at a word ; follow . [ Exit Host . Fal . Bardolph ...
... Bardolph ; he shall draw , he shall tap : said I well , bully Hector ? Fal . Do so , good mine host . Host . I have spoke ; let him follow . - Let me see thee froth , and lime : I am at a word ; follow . [ Exit Host . Fal . Bardolph ...
Page 44
... BARDOLPH . ] Such Brooks are welcome to me , that o'erflow such liquor . Ah ! | ha ! mistress Ford and mistress Page , have I encom- passed you ? go to ; via ! Re - enter BARDOLPH , with FORD disguised . Ford . Bless you , sir . Fal ...
... BARDOLPH . ] Such Brooks are welcome to me , that o'erflow such liquor . Ah ! | ha ! mistress Ford and mistress Page , have I encom- passed you ? go to ; via ! Re - enter BARDOLPH , with FORD disguised . Ford . Bless you , sir . Fal ...
Page 50
... BARDOLPH . Fal . Bardolph , I say ! Bard . Here , sir . Fal . Go fetch me a quart of sack ; put a toast in't . [ Exit BARD . ] Have I lived to be carried in a basket , like a barrow of butcher's offal , and to be thrown in the Thames ...
... BARDOLPH . Fal . Bardolph , I say ! Bard . Here , sir . Fal . Go fetch me a quart of sack ; put a toast in't . [ Exit BARD . ] Have I lived to be carried in a basket , like a barrow of butcher's offal , and to be thrown in the Thames ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE Shal shame signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir John sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
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