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, 1765 |
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... enter a Servant . How now ? who is it ? Ser . An't please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordfhip . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your Honour . Lord . Do ...
... enter a Servant . How now ? who is it ? Ser . An't please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordfhip . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your Honour . Lord . Do ...
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... Enter Sly with Attendants , fome with apparel , bafon and ewer , and other appurtenances . Re - enter Lord . Sly . OR God's fake , a pot of fmall ale . FOF 1 Serv . Wilt pleafe your Lordship drink a cup of fack ? 2 Serv . Will't please ...
... Enter Sly with Attendants , fome with apparel , bafon and ewer , and other appurtenances . Re - enter Lord . Sly . OR God's fake , a pot of fmall ale . FOF 1 Serv . Wilt pleafe your Lordship drink a cup of fack ? 2 Serv . Will't please ...
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... Enter Lady , with attendants . I thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it . Lady . How fares my noble Lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well , for here is cheer enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly ...
... Enter Lady , with attendants . I thank thee ; thou shalt not lose by it . Lady . How fares my noble Lord ? Sly . Marry , I fare well , for here is cheer enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly ...
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... Enter Gremio , and Lucentio difguis'd . Gru . Here's no knavery ! fee , to beguile the old folks , how the young folks lay their heads together . Master , look about you : who goes there ? ha ! Hor . Peace , Grumio , ' tis the Rival of ...
... Enter Gremio , and Lucentio difguis'd . Gru . Here's no knavery ! fee , to beguile the old folks , how the young folks lay their heads together . Master , look about you : who goes there ? ha ! Hor . Peace , Grumio , ' tis the Rival of ...
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... Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , fhe weeps ; Go ply thy needle , meddle not with her . For fhame , thou hilding ' of a devilish spirit , Why doft thou wrong ...
... Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , fhe weeps ; Go ply thy needle , meddle not with her . For fhame , thou hilding ' of a devilish spirit , Why doft thou wrong ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt 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 reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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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 469 - 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 241 - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver.
Page 460 - 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.