The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... comes it , that your kindred fhun your house , As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment , And banish hence thefe abject lowly dreams . Look ...
... comes it , that your kindred fhun your house , As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment , And banish hence thefe abject lowly dreams . Look ...
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... come now to bed . - Sim , drink to her . Lady . Thrice noble Lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two . Or , if not fo , until the fun be set ; For your Physicians have exprefly charg'd , In peril to incur your ...
... come now to bed . - Sim , drink to her . Lady . Thrice noble Lord , let me entreat of you , To pardon me yet for a night or two . Or , if not fo , until the fun be set ; For your Physicians have exprefly charg'd , In peril to incur your ...
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... comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or you ftoll'n his , or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come ...
... comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or you ftoll'n his , or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come ...
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... come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may I fay . Hor . Alla noftra Cafa ben venuto , molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio . rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru . Nay , ' tis no matter ...
... come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may I fay . Hor . Alla noftra Cafa ben venuto , molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio . rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru . Nay , ' tis no matter ...
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... come abroad to fee the world . Hor . Petruchio , fhall I then come roundly to thee , And with thee to a fhrew'd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou'dft thank me but a little for my counsel , And yet , I'll promise thee , fhe fhall be rich , And ...
... come abroad to fee the world . Hor . Petruchio , fhall I then come roundly to thee , And with thee to a fhrew'd ill - favour'd wife ? Thou'dft thank me but a little for my counsel , And yet , I'll promise thee , fhe fhall be rich , 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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Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.