The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumen 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? 1 Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life ; and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef ...
... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? 1 Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life ; and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef ...
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... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
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... these , Which never were , nor no man ever faw . Sly . Now Lord be thanked for my good amends ! All . Amen . Sly . By th'Mafs , I think I am a Lord indeed . What is thy name ? put Man . Sim , an't pleafe your Honour . Sly . Sim ? that's ...
... these , Which never were , nor no man ever faw . Sly . Now Lord be thanked for my good amends ! All . Amen . Sly . By th'Mafs , I think I am a Lord indeed . What is thy name ? put Man . Sim , an't pleafe your Honour . Sly . Sim ? that's ...
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... these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
... these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
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... these wooers ; if thou afk me why , fufficeth , my reafons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . Pet . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe , in Padua . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio . ] Erona , for a while I take my leave , To fee my ...
... these wooers ; if thou afk me why , fufficeth , my reafons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . Pet . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe , in Padua . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio . ] Erona , for a while I take my leave , To fee my ...
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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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Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.