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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Come , go along , and see the truth hereof : For our first merriment hath made thee jealous . [ Exeunt Pet . Cath . and Vin , Hor . Well , Petruchio , this hath put me in heart . Have to my widow ; and if fhe be froward , Then haft thou ...
Come , go along , and see the truth hereof : For our first merriment hath made thee jealous . [ Exeunt Pet . Cath . and Vin , Hor . Well , Petruchio , this hath put me in heart . Have to my widow ; and if fhe be froward , Then haft thou ...
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Teach me , dear creature , how to think and speak ; Lay open to my earthy grofs conceit , Smother'd in errors , feeble , fhallow , weak , The folding meaning of your words ' deceit ; Against my foul's pure truth why labour you , To make ...
Teach me , dear creature , how to think and speak ; Lay open to my earthy grofs conceit , Smother'd in errors , feeble , fhallow , weak , The folding meaning of your words ' deceit ; Against my foul's pure truth why labour you , To make ...
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Come , jailor , bring me where the goldfmith is , I long to know the truth hereof at large . SCENE XI . Enter Antipholis of Syracufe , with his rapier drawn , and Dromio of Syracufe . Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose again .
Come , jailor , bring me where the goldfmith is , I long to know the truth hereof at large . SCENE XI . Enter Antipholis of Syracufe , with his rapier drawn , and Dromio of Syracufe . Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose again .
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Ne'er may I look on day , nor fleep on night , But fhe tells to your highness fimple truth ! Ang . O perjur'd woman ! they are both forfworn . In this the mad - man juftly chargeth them . E. Ant . My Liege , I am advifed , what I fay .
Ne'er may I look on day , nor fleep on night , But fhe tells to your highness fimple truth ! Ang . O perjur'd woman ! they are both forfworn . In this the mad - man juftly chargeth them . E. Ant . My Liege , I am advifed , what I fay .
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Ang . My Lord , in truth , thus far I witnefs with him ; That he din'd not at home , but was lock'd out . Duke . But he had fuch a chain of thee , or no ? Ang . He had , my Lord ; and when he ran in here , These people faw the chain ...
Ang . My Lord , in truth , thus far I witnefs with him ; That he din'd not at home , but was lock'd out . Duke . But he had fuch a chain of thee , or no ? Ang . He had , my Lord ; and when he ran in here , These people faw the chain ...
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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.