The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Band 3 |
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I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first . Gre . Hark : Petruchio ! she says , she'll see
thee hang'd first . Tra . Is this your speeding ? nay , then , good night , our part !
Pet . Be patient , Sirs , I chuse her for myself ; If she and I be pleas'd , what's that
to ...
I'll see thee hang'd on Sunday first . Gre . Hark : Petruchio ! she says , she'll see
thee hang'd first . Tra . Is this your speeding ? nay , then , good night , our part !
Pet . Be patient , Sirs , I chuse her for myself ; If she and I be pleas'd , what's that
to ...
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And wander we to see thy honeft Son , Who will of thy arrival be full joyous . Vin .
But is this true , or is it else your pleasure , Like pleasant travellers , to break a
jest Upon the company you overtake ? Hor . I do assure thee , Father , so it is .
Pet .
And wander we to see thy honeft Son , Who will of thy arrival be full joyous . Vin .
But is this true , or is it else your pleasure , Like pleasant travellers , to break a
jest Upon the company you overtake ? Hor . I do assure thee , Father , so it is .
Pet .
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What , you notorious villain , didst thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentio ?
Bion . What , my old worshipful old master ? yes , marry , Sir , see where he looks
out of the window , Vin . Is't so indeed ? [ He beats Biondello . Bion . Help , help ...
What , you notorious villain , didst thou never see thy Master's Father Vincentio ?
Bion . What , my old worshipful old master ? yes , marry , Sir , see where he looks
out of the window , Vin . Is't so indeed ? [ He beats Biondello . Bion . Help , help ...
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See , here he comes . Enter Dromio of Syracuse . How now , Sir ? is your merry
humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no
Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ?
See , here he comes . Enter Dromio of Syracuse . How now , Sir ? is your merry
humour alter'd ? As you love strokes , so jest with me again . You know no
Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ?
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My uncle's will in this respect is mine . If he see aught in you , that makes him like
, That any thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to
my will : Or if you will , to speak more properly , I will enforce it easily to my love .
My uncle's will in this respect is mine . If he see aught in you , that makes him like
, That any thing he sees , which moves his liking , I can with ease translate it to
my will : Or if you will , to speak more properly , I will enforce it easily to my love .
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Seite 465 - 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 457 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 499 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 456 - 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.
Seite 361 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.