The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Svazek 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Strana 5
... doth he breathe ? 2 Hun , He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold , to fleep fo foundly . Lord . O monftrous beast ! how like a fwine he lies ! -Grim death , how foul and loathfome is thy image ...
... doth he breathe ? 2 Hun , He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold , to fleep fo foundly . Lord . O monftrous beast ! how like a fwine he lies ! -Grim death , how foul and loathfome is thy image ...
Strana 40
... doth wear his fting ? In his tail . Cath . In his tongue . Pet . Whofe tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and fo farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate , I am a gentleman . If Cath ...
... doth wear his fting ? In his tail . Cath . In his tongue . Pet . Whofe tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and fo farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate , I am a gentleman . If Cath ...
Strana 41
... doth the world report , that Kate doth limp ? Oh flanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ftrait and flender ; and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . O , let me fee thee walk ; thou doft not ...
... doth the world report , that Kate doth limp ? Oh flanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ftrait and flender ; and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and sweeter than the kernels . O , let me fee thee walk ; thou doft not ...
Strana 42
... doth make me like thee well ; ) Thou must be married to no man but me . For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate ; And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate , Conformable as other houfhold Kates ; Here comes your father , never make ...
... doth make me like thee well ; ) Thou must be married to no man but me . For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate ; And bring you from a wild cat to a Kate , Conformable as other houfhold Kates ; Here comes your father , never make ...
Strana 44
... doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry ' . Skipper , ftand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , Gentlemen , I will compound this ftrife ; ' Tis deeds muft win the ...
... doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry ' . Skipper , ftand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , Gentlemen , I will compound this ftrife ; ' Tis deeds muft win the ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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Strana 93 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Strana 469 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Strana 241 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver.
Strana 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.