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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You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are , being a man :
truly the lady fathers herself ; be happy , lady , for you are like an honourable
father . Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , she would not have his head on
her ...
You have it full , Benedick ; we may guess by this what you are , being a man :
truly the lady fathers herself ; be happy , lady , for you are like an honourable
father . Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , she would not have his head on
her ...
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This is the fum of all : ' Leonato , Signior Claudio , and Signir Benedick , --my dear
friend Leonato hath invited you all ; I tell him , we shall stay here at the least a
month ; and he heartily prays , some occasion may detain us longer : I dare
swear ...
This is the fum of all : ' Leonato , Signior Claudio , and Signir Benedick , --my dear
friend Leonato hath invited you all ; I tell him , we shall stay here at the least a
month ; and he heartily prays , some occasion may detain us longer : I dare
swear ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. · Leon . O , by no means ,
the mocks all her wooers out of fuit . Pedro . She were an excellent wife for
Benedick .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. · Leon . O , by no means ,
the mocks all her wooers out of fuit . Pedro . She were an excellent wife for
Benedick .
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Therefore let Benedick , like cover'd fire , Consume away in sighs , waste
inwardly ; It were a better death than die with mocks , Which is as bad as ' tis to
die with tickling . Urs . Yet tell her of it ; hear what she will say . Hero . No , rather I
will go ...
Therefore let Benedick , like cover'd fire , Consume away in sighs , waste
inwardly ; It were a better death than die with mocks , Which is as bad as ' tis to
die with tickling . Urs . Yet tell her of it ; hear what she will say . Hero . No , rather I
will go ...
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How dost thou , Benedick , the married man ? Bene . I'll tell thee what , Prince ; a
College of wic- . crackers cannot fout me out of my humour : doft think , I care for a
satire , or an epigram ? no : if a man will be beaten with brains , he shall wear ...
How dost thou , Benedick , the married man ? Bene . I'll tell thee what , Prince ; a
College of wic- . crackers cannot fout me out of my humour : doft think , I care for a
satire , or an epigram ? no : if a man will be beaten with brains , he shall wear ...
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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.