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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[ Exit Player . My lord , we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property , and a little Vinegar to make our devil roar . Lord . Go , firrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome , every one : Let them want ...
[ Exit Player . My lord , we must have a shoulder of mutton for a property , and a little Vinegar to make our devil roar . Lord . Go , firrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome , every one : Let them want ...
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[ Exit Lord . 1 In former editions , Who for these feven Years bath efleem'd himfelf No better than a poor and loath- Some Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope ...
[ Exit Lord . 1 In former editions , Who for these feven Years bath efleem'd himfelf No better than a poor and loath- Some Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope ...
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Go in , Bianca - [ Exit Bianca . And for I know , she taketh most delight In musick , inftruments , and poetry ; School - mafters will I keep within my house , Fit to instruct her youth . If you , Hortenfio , Or Signior Gremio ...
Go in , Bianca - [ Exit Bianca . And for I know , she taketh most delight In musick , inftruments , and poetry ; School - mafters will I keep within my house , Fit to instruct her youth . If you , Hortenfio , Or Signior Gremio ...
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( Exit Bianca . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee , She is your treasure ; fhe must have a husband ; I must dance bare - foot on her wedding - day , And , for your love to her , lead apes in hell : Talk not to me , I will ...
( Exit Bianca . Cath . Will you not fuffer me ? nay , now I fee , She is your treasure ; fhe must have a husband ; I must dance bare - foot on her wedding - day , And , for your love to her , lead apes in hell : Talk not to me , I will ...
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[ Exit . Serv . with Hortenfio and Lucentio , We will go walk a little in the orchard , And then to dinner . You are paffing welcome , And fo , I pray you all , to think yourselves . Pet . Signior Baptifta , my business asketh hafte ...
[ Exit . Serv . with Hortenfio and Lucentio , We will go walk a little in the orchard , And then to dinner . You are paffing welcome , And fo , I pray you all , to think yourselves . Pet . Signior Baptifta , my business asketh hafte ...
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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.