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, 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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... Whose fudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? master , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or ...
... Whose fudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? master , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or ...
Page 83
... whose eyes fhe takes her dawning beams , And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks . Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud , Left that thy beauty make this stately town Uninhabitable as the burning zone , With sweet reflections of thy ...
... whose eyes fhe takes her dawning beams , And golden fummer fleeps upon thy cheeks . Wrap up thy radiations in fome cloud , Left that thy beauty make this stately town Uninhabitable as the burning zone , With sweet reflections of thy ...
Page 92
... Whose wife is moft obedient to come first , When he doth fend for her , fhall win the wager , Hor . Content ' ; —what wager ? 3 Luc . Twenty crowns . Pet . Twenty crowns ! Swift , befides the original fenfe of Speedy in motion ...
... Whose wife is moft obedient to come first , When he doth fend for her , fhall win the wager , Hor . Content ' ; —what wager ? 3 Luc . Twenty crowns . Pet . Twenty crowns ! Swift , befides the original fenfe of Speedy in motion ...
Page 122
... Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger ftate , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is drofs , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with intrusion Infect thy ...
... Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger ftate , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is drofs , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with intrusion Infect thy ...
Page 278
... whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe skill ...
... whose practices he hath perfecuted time with hope and finds no other advantage in the process , but only the lofing of hope by time . Count . This young gentlewoman had a father , ( O , that bad ! how fad a paffage ' tis ! ) whofe skill ...
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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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Page 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.
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 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.