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 28
... words Than you , unless you were a fcholar , Sir . Gre . Oh this learning , what a thing it is ! Gru . O this woodcock , what an afs it is ! - Pet . Peace , Sirrah . Нок . Hor . Grumio , mum ! God fave you . 28 THE TAMING.
... words Than you , unless you were a fcholar , Sir . Gre . Oh this learning , what a thing it is ! Gru . O this woodcock , what an afs it is ! - Pet . Peace , Sirrah . Нок . Hor . Grumio , mum ! God fave you . 28 THE TAMING.
Strana 37
... thing is well obtain'd , That is , her love ; for that is all in all . Pet . Why , that is nothing ; for I tell I am as peremptory as the proud - minded . And where two raging fires meet together , They do confume the thing that feeds ...
... thing is well obtain'd , That is , her love ; for that is all in all . Pet . Why , that is nothing ; for I tell I am as peremptory as the proud - minded . And where two raging fires meet together , They do confume the thing that feeds ...
Strana 43
... things , and fine array ; And kifs me , Kare , we will be married o'Sunday . [ Ex . Petruchio , and Catharine feverally . kifs on kifs - ] She vy'd fo faft , I know not that the word vie has any conftruction that will fuit this place ...
... things , and fine array ; And kifs me , Kare , we will be married o'Sunday . [ Ex . Petruchio , and Catharine feverally . kifs on kifs - ] She vy'd fo faft , I know not that the word vie has any conftruction that will fuit this place ...
Strana 47
... things . Sim . So I do , my Lord . Sly . Here , Sim , I drink to thee . АСТ III . SCENE I. Baptifta's House . Enter Lucentio , Hortenfio , and Bianca . LUCENTI O. Idler , forbear ; you grow too forward , Sir : Have you fo foon forgot ...
... things . Sim . So I do , my Lord . Sly . Here , Sim , I drink to thee . АСТ III . SCENE I. Baptifta's House . Enter Lucentio , Hortenfio , and Bianca . LUCENTI O. Idler , forbear ; you grow too forward , Sir : Have you fo foon forgot ...
Strana 53
... thing , he makes Benedict fay , Prove that ever I lofe more blood with love than I get again with drinking , prick out my eyes with a ballad maker's pen . As the blunt- nefs of it would make the exe- cution of it extremely painful . And ...
... thing , he makes Benedict fay , Prove that ever I lofe more blood with love than I get again with drinking , prick out my eyes with a ballad maker's pen . As the blunt- nefs of it would make the exe- cution of it extremely painful . And ...
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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.