The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Page 26
... Sirrah , if any ask you for your master , Say , he dines forth , and let no creature enter . Come , sister : -Dromio , play the porter well . Ant . S. Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad , or well - advis'd ...
... Sirrah , if any ask you for your master , Say , he dines forth , and let no creature enter . Come , sister : -Dromio , play the porter well . Ant . S. Am I in earth , in heaven , or in hell ? Sleeping or waking ? mad , or well - advis'd ...
Page 31
... sirrah , we'll pluck a crow together . Ant . E. Go , get thee gone , fetch me an iron crow . Bal . Have patience , sir ; O , let it not be so ; Herein you war against your reputation , And draw within the compass of suspect The ...
... sirrah , we'll pluck a crow together . Ant . E. Go , get thee gone , fetch me an iron crow . Bal . Have patience , sir ; O , let it not be so ; Herein you war against your reputation , And draw within the compass of suspect The ...
Page 43
... sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer . Ang . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame , I doubt it not . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . Dro . S. Master , there is a ...
... sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer . Ang . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame , I doubt it not . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . Dro . S. Master , there is a ...
Page 66
... Sirrah , what say you ? Dro . E. Sir , he dined with her there , at the Porcu- pine . Cour . He did ; and from my finger snatch'd that ring . Ant . E. ' Tis true , my liege , this ring I had of her . Duke . Saw'st thou him enter at the ...
... Sirrah , what say you ? Dro . E. Sir , he dined with her there , at the Porcu- pine . Cour . He did ; and from my finger snatch'd that ring . Ant . E. ' Tis true , my liege , this ring I had of her . Duke . Saw'st thou him enter at the ...
Page 67
... Sirrah , what say you ? Dro . E. Sir , he dined with her there , at the Porcu- pine . Cour . He did ; and from my finger snatch'd that ring . Ant . E. ' Tis true , my liege , this ring I had of her . Duke . Saw'st thou him enter at the ...
... Sirrah , what say you ? Dro . E. Sir , he dined with her there , at the Porcu- pine . Cour . He did ; and from my finger snatch'd that ring . Ant . E. ' Tis true , my liege , this ring I had of her . Duke . Saw'st thou him enter at the ...
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ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
Popular passages
Page 262 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Page 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...