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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But fup them well , and look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? fee , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale ...
But fup them well , and look unto them all , To morrow I intend to hunt again . Hun . I will , my Lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? fee , doth he breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my Lord . Were he not warm'd with ale ...
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Who knows not , where a wasp doth wear his fting ? In his tail Cath . In his tongue . Pet . Whofe tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and fo farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate ...
Who knows not , where a wasp doth wear his fting ? In his tail Cath . In his tongue . Pet . Whofe tongue ? Cath . Yours , if you talk of tails ; and fo farewel . Pet . What with my tongue in your tail ? nay , come again , Good Kate ...
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Why doth the world report , that Kate doth limp ? Oh flanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ftrait and flender ; and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and fweeter than the kernels . O , let me fee thee walk ; thou doft not ...
Why doth the world report , that Kate doth limp ? Oh flanderous world ! Kate , like the hazel - twig , Is ftrait and flender ; and as brown in hue As hazel - nuts , and fweeter than the kernels . O , let me fee thee walk ; thou doft not ...
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Now , Kate , I am a husband for your turn , For by this light , whereby I fee thy beauty , ( Thy beauty , that doth make me like thee well ; ) Thou must be married to no man but me . For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate ; And bring ...
Now , Kate , I am a husband for your turn , For by this light , whereby I fee thy beauty , ( Thy beauty , that doth make me like thee well ; ) Thou must be married to no man but me . For I am he , am born to tame you , Kate ; And bring ...
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Grey - beard ! thy love doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry ' . Skipper , stand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , Gentlemen , I will compound this ftrife ...
Grey - beard ! thy love doth freeze . Gre . But thine doth fry ' . Skipper , stand back ; ' tis age that nourisheth . Tra . But youth in ladies ' eyes that flourisheth . Bap . Content you , Gentlemen , I will compound this ftrife ...
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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.