The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 |
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Page 13
We being strangers here , how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody ? Dro . E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she ...
We being strangers here , how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody ? Dro . E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she ...
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The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow , That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
The time was once , when thou unurg'd would'st vow , That never words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste ...
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Come , I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ...
Come , I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Thou art an elm , my husband , I a vine ; Whose weakness , married to thy stronger state , Makes me with thy strength to communicate : If aught possess thee from me , it is dross , Usurping ...
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Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art changed to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . " Tis SO , I am an ass ; else it could never be , But I ...
Ant . S. Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art changed to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . " Tis SO , I am an ass ; else it could never be , But I ...
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Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ! Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man.What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious banquet by his bed ...
Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ! Sirs , I will practise on this drunken man.What think you , if he were convey'd to bed , Wrapp'd in sweet clothes , rings put upon his fingers , A most delicious banquet by his bed ...
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Page 262 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Page 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...
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| Title | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 27 Dec 2006 |
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