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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Now , out of doubt , Antipbolis is mad ; Else would he never so demean himself .
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats , And for ' the same he promis'd me a
chain ; Both one , and other , he denies me now . The reason , that I gather , he is
...
Now , out of doubt , Antipbolis is mad ; Else would he never so demean himself .
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats , And for ' the same he promis'd me a
chain ; Both one , and other , he denies me now . The reason , that I gather , he is
...
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She never reprehended him but mildly , When he demean'd himself rough , rude
and wildly . -Why bear you these rebukes , and answer not ? Adr . She did betray
me to my own reproof . -Good people , enter , and lay hold on him . Abb . No ...
She never reprehended him but mildly , When he demean'd himself rough , rude
and wildly . -Why bear you these rebukes , and answer not ? Adr . She did betray
me to my own reproof . -Good people , enter , and lay hold on him . Abb . No ...
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conflict , four of his ? five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man govern'
d with one : So that if he have s wit enough to keep himself warm , let him bear it
for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath
...
conflict , four of his ? five wits went halting off , and now is the whole man govern'
d with one : So that if he have s wit enough to keep himself warm , let him bear it
for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath
...
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He , that hangs himself , is a virgin : yirginity murders itself , and should be buried
in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a desperate offendress against nature .
Virginity breeds mites , much like a cheese ; consumes itself to the very paring ...
He , that hangs himself , is a virgin : yirginity murders itself , and should be buried
in highways out of all fanctified limit , as a desperate offendress against nature .
Virginity breeds mites , much like a cheese ; consumes itself to the very paring ...
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How does he carry himself ? i Lord . ... But to answer you as you would be
understood , he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk ; he hath confels'd
himself to Morgan , whom he suppoles to be a Friar , from the time of his
remembrance to ...
How does he carry himself ? i Lord . ... But to answer you as you would be
understood , he weeps like a wench that had shed her milk ; he hath confels'd
himself to Morgan , whom he suppoles to be a Friar , from the time of his
remembrance to ...
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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.