The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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Page 49
... God damn me , that's as much as to say , God make me a light wench It is written , they appear to men like angels of light : light is an effect of fire , and fire will burn ; ergo , light wenches will burn : Come not near her .
... God damn me , that's as much as to say , God make me a light wench It is written , they appear to men like angels of light : light is an effect of fire , and fire will burn ; ergo , light wenches will burn : Come not near her .
Page 59
It seems , his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing : And thereof comes it , that his head is light . Thou say'st , his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings : Unquiet meals make ill digestions , Thereof the raging fire SCENE I. 59 COMEDY ...
It seems , his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing : And thereof comes it , that his head is light . Thou say'st , his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings : Unquiet meals make ill digestions , Thereof the raging fire SCENE I. 59 COMEDY ...
Page 60
Unquiet meals make ill digestions , Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever but a fit of madness : Thou say'st , his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls : Sweet recreation barr'd , what doth ensue , But moody and dull ...
Unquiet meals make ill digestions , Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever but a fit of madness : Thou say'st , his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls : Sweet recreation barr'd , what doth ensue , But moody and dull ...
Page 63
My master and his man are both broke loose , Beaten the maids a - row , and bound the doctor , Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire ; And ever as it blazed , they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the ...
My master and his man are both broke loose , Beaten the maids a - row , and bound the doctor , Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire ; And ever as it blazed , they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the ...
Page 104
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ? Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none . Gre . Hortensio , hark ! This gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind presumes , for his own good , and yours . Hor .
As will a chesnut in a farmer's fire ? Tush ! tush ! fear boys with bugs . Gru . For he fears none . Gre . Hortensio , hark ! This gentleman is happily arriv'd , My mind presumes , for his own good , and yours . Hor .
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Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
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