The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 3 |
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... Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio . SCENE IV . Manent Tranio and Lucentio . Tra . I pray , Sir , tell me , is it poffible That love thould on a fudden take fuch hold ? Luc . Oh Tranio , ' till I found it to be true , I never thought it ...
... Exeunt Gremio and Hortenfio . SCENE IV . Manent Tranio and Lucentio . Tra . I pray , Sir , tell me , is it poffible That love thould on a fudden take fuch hold ? Luc . Oh Tranio , ' till I found it to be true , I never thought it ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe , in Padua .. Pet . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio . Erona , for a while I take my leave , To fee my friends in Padua ; but of all My best beloved and approved friend , Hortenfio ; and , I trow ...
... Exeunt . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's Houfe , in Padua .. Pet . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio . Erona , for a while I take my leave , To fee my friends in Padua ; but of all My best beloved and approved friend , Hortenfio ; and , I trow ...
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... Exeunt . [ The Prefenters , above , speak bere . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not mind the Play . Sly . Yea , by St. Ann , do I. A good matter , furely ! -comes there any more of it ? Lady . My Lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis ...
... Exeunt . [ The Prefenters , above , speak bere . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not mind the Play . Sly . Yea , by St. Ann , do I. A good matter , furely ! -comes there any more of it ? Lady . My Lord , ' tis but begun . Sly . ' Tis ...
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... wench , they fhall not touch thee , Kate ; I'll buckler thee against a million . [ Exeunt Pet , and Cath , Gre . Bap . Nay , let them go , a couple of quiet ones . Gre . Went they not quickly , I fhould die 58 THE TAMING.
... wench , they fhall not touch thee , Kate ; I'll buckler thee against a million . [ Exeunt Pet , and Cath , Gre . Bap . Nay , let them go , a couple of quiet ones . Gre . Went they not quickly , I fhould die 58 THE TAMING.
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... Exeunt Servants . [ Singing . Where are thofe — fit down , Kate , And welcome . Soud , foud , foud , soud ! Enter Servants with Supper . Why , when , I say ? nay , good sweet Kate , be merry . Off with my boots , you rogue : you ...
... Exeunt Servants . [ Singing . Where are thofe — fit down , Kate , And welcome . Soud , foud , foud , soud ! Enter Servants with Supper . Why , when , I say ? nay , good sweet Kate , be merry . Off with my boots , you rogue : you ...
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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.
Page 503 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 95 - 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; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.