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 36
... speak of , without he say , sir - reverence : I have but lean luck in the match , and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage . Ant . S. How dost thou mean , a fat marriage ? Dro . S. Marry , sir , she's the kitchen - wench , and all grease ...
... speak of , without he say , sir - reverence : I have but lean luck in the match , and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage . Ant . S. How dost thou mean , a fat marriage ? Dro . S. Marry , sir , she's the kitchen - wench , and all grease ...
Page 44
... tempt thy love ? Luc . With words , that in an honest suit might move . First , he did praise my beauty ; then , my speech . Adr . Did'st speak him fair ? Luc . Have patience , I beseech . Adr . 44 ACT IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... tempt thy love ? Luc . With words , that in an honest suit might move . First , he did praise my beauty ; then , my speech . Adr . Did'st speak him fair ? Luc . Have patience , I beseech . Adr . 44 ACT IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
Page 49
... speak a long spoon . Ant . S. Why , Dromio ? Dro . S. Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tell'st thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure ...
... speak a long spoon . Ant . S. Why , Dromio ? Dro . S. Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tell'st thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure ...
Page 54
... speak'st false in both . Ant . E. Dissembling harlot , thou art false in all ; And art confederate with a damned pack , To make a loathsome abject scorn of me ; But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes , That would behold me ...
... speak'st false in both . Ant . E. Dissembling harlot , thou art false in all ; And art confederate with a damned pack , To make a loathsome abject scorn of me ; But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes , That would behold me ...
Page 56
... speak us fair , give us gold methinks , they are such a gentle nation , that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find in my heart to stay here still , and turn witch . Ant . S. I will not stay to ...
... speak us fair , give us gold methinks , they are such a gentle nation , that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find in my heart to stay here still , and turn witch . Ant . S. I will not stay to ...
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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...