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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Page 11
... thou ride ? thy horfes fhall be trapp'd , Their harness ftudded all with gold and pearl . Doft thou love hawking ? thou haft hawks , will foar Above the morning lark . Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds fhall make the welkin answer them ...
... thou ride ? thy horfes fhall be trapp'd , Their harness ftudded all with gold and pearl . Doft thou love hawking ? thou haft hawks , will foar Above the morning lark . Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds fhall make the welkin answer them ...
Page 12
... Thou art a Lord , and nothing but a Lord : Thou haft a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Men . And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was ...
... Thou art a Lord , and nothing but a Lord : Thou haft a lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Men . And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was ...
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... thou canst ; Affift me , Tranio , for , I know , thou wilt . Tra . Mafter , it is no time to chide you now ; Affection is not rated from the heart . If love hath touch'd you , nought remains but fo , 4 . * Redime te captum quàm queas ...
... thou canst ; Affift me , Tranio , for , I know , thou wilt . Tra . Mafter , it is no time to chide you now ; Affection is not rated from the heart . If love hath touch'd you , nought remains but fo , 4 . * Redime te captum quàm queas ...
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... thou lov'ft beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath . Minion , thou lieft ; is't not Hortenfio ? Bian . If you ...
... thou lov'ft beft : fee , thou diffemble not . Bian . Believe me , Sifter , of all men alive I never yet beheld that special face , Which I could fancy more than any other . Cath . Minion , thou lieft ; is't not Hortenfio ? Bian . If you ...
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... thou hilding ' of a devilish spirit , Why doft thou wrong her , that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did fhe cross thee with a bitter word ? Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my ...
... thou hilding ' of a devilish spirit , Why doft thou wrong her , that did ne'er wrong thee ? When did fhe cross thee with a bitter word ? Cath . Her filence flouts me ; and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . What , in my ...
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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 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...
Page 469 - 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.
Page 241 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver.
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.