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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... thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; My gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; Hang up thy mistress ; I know not thy mistress : out on thy mistress ! Luc . Quoth who ? Dro . E. Quoth my master ; I know , quoth he ...
... thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; My gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; Hang up thy mistress ; I know not thy mistress : out on thy mistress ! Luc . Quoth who ? Dro . E. Quoth my master ; I know , quoth he ...
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... thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I ... thee to the quick , Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? And that this body , consecrate to thee , By ruffian ...
... thee . How comes it now , my husband , oh , how comes it , That thou art then estranged from thyself ? Thyself I ... thee to the quick , Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? And that this body , consecrate to thee , By ruffian ...
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... thee ; and this thou didst return from him , - That he did buffet thee , and , in his blows , Denied my house for his , me for his wife . Ant . S. Did you converse , sir , with this gentlewo- man ? What is the course and drift of your ...
... thee ; and this thou didst return from him , - That he did buffet thee , and , in his blows , Denied my house for his , me for his wife . Ant . S. Did you converse , sir , with this gentlewo- man ? What is the course and drift of your ...
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... thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E. What patch is made our porter ? My mas- ter stays in ...
... thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E. What patch is made our porter ? My mas- ter stays in ...
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... thee , hind ! Dro . E. Here's too much , out upon thee ! I pray thee , let me in . Dro . S. Ay , when fowls have no feathers , and fish have no fin . Ant . E. Well , I'll break in ; Go borrow me a crow . Dro . E. A crow without a ...
... thee , hind ! Dro . E. Here's too much , out upon thee ! I pray thee , let me in . Dro . S. Ay , when fowls have no feathers , and fish have no fin . Ant . E. Well , I'll break in ; Go borrow me a crow . Dro . E. A crow without a ...
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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...