The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Page 26
... fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , Whilst man , and master , laugh my woes to scorn.- Come , sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate : - Husband , I'll dine above with you to - day , And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks ...
... fool , To put the finger in the eye and weep , Whilst man , and master , laugh my woes to scorn.- Come , sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate : - Husband , I'll dine above with you to - day , And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks ...
Page 63
... fool : And , sure , unless you send some present help , Between them they will kill the conjurer . Adr . Peace , fool , thy master and his man are here ; And that is false , thou dost report to us . Ser . Mistress , upon my life , I ...
... fool : And , sure , unless you send some present help , Between them they will kill the conjurer . Adr . Peace , fool , thy master and his man are here ; And that is false , thou dost report to us . Ser . Mistress , upon my life , I ...
Page 78
... fool ; if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well , and look unto them all ; To - morrow I intend to hunt again . 1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he ...
... fool ; if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well , and look unto them all ; To - morrow I intend to hunt again . 1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one dead , or drunk ? See , doth he ...
Page 90
... fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord , deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Hush , master ! here is some good pastime to- ward ; That wench is stark mad , or wonderful froward . Luc . But in the other's silence I ...
... fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord , deliver us ! Gre . And me too , good Lord ! Tra . Hush , master ! here is some good pastime to- ward ; That wench is stark mad , or wonderful froward . Luc . But in the other's silence I ...
Page 92
... fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio , though it pass your patience , and mine , to endure her loud alarums , why , man , there be good fellows in the world , an a man could light on them , would take her with all faults ...
... fool to be married to hell ? Hor . Tush , Gremio , though it pass your patience , and mine , to endure her loud alarums , why , man , there be good fellows in the world , an a man could light on them , would take her with all faults ...
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Popular passages
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...