The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Page 112
... Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . My father's love is enough to honour him . Enough ! speak no more of him ; you'll be whip'd for taxation , one of these days . 3 Touch . The more pity , that fools may not ...
... Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . My father's love is enough to honour him . Enough ! speak no more of him ; you'll be whip'd for taxation , one of these days . 3 Touch . The more pity , that fools may not ...
Page 113
... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling ...
... Touch . Or as the destinies decree . Cel . Well said ; that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling ...
Page 114
... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies ...
... Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak of . Touch . Thus men may grow wiser every day ! it is the first time that ever I heard , breaking of ribs was sport for ladies ...
Page 131
... Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman : but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show itself ...
... Touch . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary . Ros . I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel , and to cry like a woman : but I must comfort the weaker vessel , as doublet and hose ought to show itself ...
Page 132
... Touch . Ay , now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home , I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content . Ros . Ay , be so , good Touchstone : -Look you , who comes here ; a young man , and an old , in solemn ...
... Touch . Ay , now am I in Arden : the more fool I ; when I was at home , I was in a better place ; but travellers must be content . Ros . Ay , be so , good Touchstone : -Look you , who comes here ; a young man , and an old , in solemn ...
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Page 50 - I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew...
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