The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... I'll anfwer him by law ; I'll not budge an inch , boy ; let him come , and kindly . [ Falls afleep . 3 Go by S. Jeronimy , go to thy " fom , don't interrupt me , go , cold Bed , and warm thee . ] All " by ; " and , to fix the Satire in ...
... I'll anfwer him by law ; I'll not budge an inch , boy ; let him come , and kindly . [ Falls afleep . 3 Go by S. Jeronimy , go to thy " fom , don't interrupt me , go , cold Bed , and warm thee . ] All " by ; " and , to fix the Satire in ...
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... I'll give thee more inftructions . [ Exit Servant . I know the boy will well ufurp the grace , Voice , gate , and action of a gentlewoman . I long to hear him call the drunkard , hufband ; And how my men will stay themselves for ...
... I'll give thee more inftructions . [ Exit Servant . I know the boy will well ufurp the grace , Voice , gate , and action of a gentlewoman . I long to hear him call the drunkard , hufband ; And how my men will stay themselves for ...
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... rap me well ; or I'll knock your knave's pate . Gru . My mafter is grown quarrelfome : I fhould knock you first , And then I know after , who comes by the worst . C 4 Pet . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , firrah OF THE SHREW . -23.
... rap me well ; or I'll knock your knave's pate . Gru . My mafter is grown quarrelfome : I fhould knock you first , And then I know after , who comes by the worst . C 4 Pet . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , firrah OF THE SHREW . -23.
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... I'll ring it , I'll try how you can Sol , Fa , and fing it . [ He wrings him by the ears . Gru . Help , masters , help ; my mafter is mad . Pet . Now knock , when I bid you : Sirrah ! Villain ! Enter Hortenfio . Hor . How now , what's ...
... I'll ring it , I'll try how you can Sol , Fa , and fing it . [ He wrings him by the ears . Gru . Help , masters , help ; my mafter is mad . Pet . Now knock , when I bid you : Sirrah ! Villain ! Enter Hortenfio . Hor . How now , what's ...
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... I'll promise thee , fhe fhall be rich , And very rich but thou'rt too much my friend , And I'll not wifh thee to her . Pet . Signior Hortenfio , ' twixt fuch friends as us Few words fuffice ; and therefore if you know One rich enough to ...
... I'll promise thee , fhe fhall be rich , And very rich but thou'rt too much my friend , And I'll not wifh thee to her . Pet . Signior Hortenfio , ' twixt fuch friends as us Few words fuffice ; and therefore if you know One rich enough to ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt 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 reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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Page 460 - 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.