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 3
... Look in the Chronicles , we came in with Richard Con- queror ; therefore , paucus pallabris ; let the world Aide : Seffa . Ill pheese you , - ] To pheeze or frafe , is to feparate a twift in- to fingle threads . In the figu . rative ...
... Look in the Chronicles , we came in with Richard Con- queror ; therefore , paucus pallabris ; let the world Aide : Seffa . Ill pheese you , - ] To pheeze or frafe , is to feparate a twift in- to fingle threads . In the figu . rative ...
Strana 5
... look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? fee , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun , He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold ...
... look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? fee , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun , He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold ...
Strana 10
... look through the over - leather . Lord . Heav'n cease this idle humour in nour ! Oh , that a mighty man of fuch defcent , Of fuch poffeffions , and fo high esteem , Should be infufed with fo foul a fpirit ! - your Ho- Sly . What would ...
... look through the over - leather . Lord . Heav'n cease this idle humour in nour ! Oh , that a mighty man of fuch defcent , Of fuch poffeffions , and fo high esteem , Should be infufed with fo foul a fpirit ! - your Ho- Sly . What would ...
Strana 11
... Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll have thee to a couch , Softer ...
... Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll have thee to a couch , Softer ...
Strana 18
... look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio , thou may't hear Minerva fpeak . [ afide . Hor . Signior Baptifta , will you be fo * ftrange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up ...
... look , and practise by myself . Luc . Hark , Tranio , thou may't hear Minerva fpeak . [ afide . Hor . Signior Baptifta , will you be fo * ftrange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up ...
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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.