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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Signior Baptifta , will you be fo * ftrange ?. Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Baptifta , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap .
Signior Baptifta , will you be fo * ftrange ?. Sorry am I , that our good will effects Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Baptifta , for this fiend of hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap .
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So will I , Signior Gremio ; but a word , I pray ; tho ' the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair Mistress , and be happy rivals in ...
So will I , Signior Gremio ; but a word , I pray ; tho ' the nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that we may yet again have access to our fair Mistress , and be happy rivals in ...
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Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may I say . Hor . Alla noftra Cafa ben venuto , molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio , rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru .
Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may I say . Hor . Alla noftra Cafa ben venuto , molto bonorato Signor mio Petruchio . Rife , Grumio , rife ; we will compound this quarrel . Gru .
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But , in a few , Signior Hortenfio , thus it ftands with me , Antonio my father is deceas'd ; And I have thrust myself into this maze , Happly to wive and thrive , as best I may : Crowns in my purse I have , and goods at home , And fo ...
But , in a few , Signior Hortenfio , thus it ftands with me , Antonio my father is deceas'd ; And I have thrust myself into this maze , Happly to wive and thrive , as best I may : Crowns in my purse I have , and goods at home , And fo ...
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... Over and befide Signior Baptifta's liberality , I'll mend it with a largefs . Take your papers too , And let me have them very well perfum'd ; For she is sweeter than perfume itself , To whom they go ; what will you read to her ?
... Over and befide Signior Baptifta's liberality , I'll mend it with a largefs . Take your papers too , And let me have them very well perfum'd ; For she is sweeter than perfume itself , To whom they go ; what will you read to her ?
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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.