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 Baptista , will you be fo * ftrange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects
Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Bapiifta , for this fiend of
hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap . Gentlemen , content
ye ...
Signior Baptista , will you be fo * ftrange ? Sorry am I , that our good will effects
Bianca's grief . Gre . Why will you mew her up , Signior Bapiifta , for this fiend of
hell , And make her bear the penance of her tongue ? Bap . Gentlemen , content
ye ...
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Now , Signior Gremio , came you from the church ? Gre . As willingly as e'er I
came from school . Tra . And is the Bride and Bridegroom coming home ? Gre . A
Bridegroom , say you ? ' tis a groom , indeed , A grumbling groom , and that the
girl ...
Now , Signior Gremio , came you from the church ? Gre . As willingly as e'er I
came from school . Tra . And is the Bride and Bridegroom coming home ? Gre . A
Bridegroom , say you ? ' tis a groom , indeed , A grumbling groom , and that the
girl ...
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Away , away , mad ass ! his name is Lucentio : and he is mine only son , and heir
to the lands of me Signior Vincentio . Vin . Lucentio ! oh , he hath murdered his
master ; lay hold of him , I charge you , in the Duke's name ; oh , my son , my son
...
Away , away , mad ass ! his name is Lucentio : and he is mine only son , and heir
to the lands of me Signior Vincentio . Vin . Lucentio ! oh , he hath murdered his
master ; lay hold of him , I charge you , in the Duke's name ; oh , my son , my son
...
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In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer 3
than those that are so wash'd . How much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at
weeping ! Beat . I pray you , * is Signior Montanto return'd from the wars or no ?
In great measure . Leon . A kind overflow of kindness . There are no faces truer 3
than those that are so wash'd . How much better is it to weep at joy , than to joy at
weeping ! Beat . I pray you , * is Signior Montanto return'd from the wars or no ?
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. Hero . My Cousin means
Signior Benedick of Padua . Mej . O , he's recurn'd , and as pleasant as ever he
was .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are
Added Notes by Sam Johnson William Shakespeare. Hero . My Cousin means
Signior Benedick of Padua . Mej . O , he's recurn'd , and as pleasant as ever he
was .
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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.