The Plays of William Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes, with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators ; to which are Added Notes by Sam. Johnson, Tập 3J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... VOL . III . quently ufes and feems fond of . THEOBALD . to keep you fair . ] I fhould wish to read , To keep you fine . But either word may serve . D I 1 I pr'ythee , fifter Kate , untie my hands OF THE SHRE W. 33 ACT II. ...
... VOL . III . quently ufes and feems fond of . THEOBALD . to keep you fair . ] I fhould wish to read , To keep you fine . But either word may serve . D I 1 I pr'ythee , fifter Kate , untie my hands OF THE SHRE W. 33 ACT II. ...
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... Kate , untie my hands , Cath . If that be jeft , then all the rest was fo . [ Strikes her . Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , fhe weeps ; Go ply thy needle ...
... Kate , untie my hands , Cath . If that be jeft , then all the rest was fo . [ Strikes her . Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , fhe weeps ; Go ply thy needle ...
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... Kate ; for that's your name , I hear . Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lye , in faith , for you are call'd plain Kate . And bonny Kate , and fometimes Kate ...
... Kate ; for that's your name , I hear . Cath . Well have you heard , but fomething hard of hearing . They call me Catharine , that do talk of me . Pet . You lye , in faith , for you are call'd plain Kate . And bonny Kate , and fometimes Kate ...
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... Kate , I will not burden thee ; For knowing thee to be but young and light- Cath . Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch ; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be . fhould buz .. Pet . Should bee ; Cath . Well ta'en , and like a ...
... Kate , I will not burden thee ; For knowing thee to be but young and light- Cath . Too light for fuch a fwain as you to catch ; And yet as heavy as my weight fhould be . fhould buz .. Pet . Should bee ; Cath . Well ta'en , and like a ...
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... Kate will be my hen . Cath . No cock of mine , you crow too like a craven . Pet . Nay , come , Kate ; come , you must not look fo fower . Cath . It is my fashion when I see a crab . Pet . Why , here's no crab , and therefore look not fo ...
... Kate will be my hen . Cath . No cock of mine , you crow too like a craven . Pet . Nay , come , Kate ; come , you must not look fo fower . Cath . It is my fashion when I see a crab . Pet . Why , here's no crab , and therefore look not fo ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count daughter doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art Tranio uſed villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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Trang 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.
Trang 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...
Trang 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.
Trang 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.
Trang 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.
Trang 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.