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Page 202
... Petruchio . It is very obvious that the Induction and the Play were either the works of different hands , or written at a great interval of time . The former is in our author's best manner , and a great part of the latter in his worst ...
... Petruchio . It is very obvious that the Induction and the Play were either the works of different hands , or written at a great interval of time . The former is in our author's best manner , and a great part of the latter in his worst ...
Page 203
... Petruchio . I once thought that the name of this play might have been taken from an old story , entitled , The Wyf lapped in Morells Skin , or The Taming of a Shrew ; but I have since discovered among the entries in the books of the ...
... Petruchio . I once thought that the name of this play might have been taken from an old story , entitled , The Wyf lapped in Morells Skin , or The Taming of a Shrew ; but I have since discovered among the entries in the books of the ...
Page 204
... Petruchio is subdued by a second wife . STEEVENS . Among the books of my friend the late Mr. William Collins of Chichester , now dispersed , was a collection of short comick stories in prose , printed in the black letter under the year ...
... Petruchio is subdued by a second wife . STEEVENS . Among the books of my friend the late Mr. William Collins of Chichester , now dispersed , was a collection of short comick stories in prose , printed in the black letter under the year ...
Page 206
... Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio . SCENE , sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country . TAMING OF THE SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. - PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
... Tailor , Haberdasher , and Servants attending on Baptista and Petruchio . SCENE , sometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's house in the country . TAMING OF THE SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. - PERSONS REPRESENTED. ...
Page 226
... PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona , for a while I take my leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house : - Here , sirrah Grumio ; knock , I say ...
... PETRUCHIO and GRUMIO . Pet . Verona , for a while I take my leave , To see my friends in Padua ; but , of all , My best beloved and approved friend , Hortensio ; and , I trow , this is his house : - Here , sirrah Grumio ; knock , I say ...
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Audrey Baptista BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO brother CELIA comes Count daughter doth Duke F Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fool forest of Arden fortune friends Ganymede gentle gentleman give Grumio hath hear heart heaven HELENA hither honour Hortensio Jaques JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King kiss knave lady LAFEU Line look Lord Lucentio madam maid marriage marry master means mistress motley fool musick Narbon never Orlando Padua Parolles Petruchio Phebe Pisa poor pr'ythee pray Rosalind Rousillon SCENE Servant Shakspeare SHREW SILVIUS Sirrah Sold speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto villain Vincentio virtue WARBURTON What's wife wilt withal word young youth
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Page 42 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 26 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons...
Page 44 - Blow, blow, thou winter wind, Thou art not so unkind » As man's ingratitude ; Thy tooth is not so keen. Because thou art not seen, Although thy breath be rude. Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly: Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly: Then, heigh ho! the holly! This life is most jolly. II. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky, That dost not bite so nigh As benefits forgot: Though thou the waters warp, Thy sting is not so sharp As friend remember'd not.
Page 43 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon ; With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide . For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound : Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 46 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life ; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well ; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.
Page 171 - 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 26 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 39 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine ; And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot, And thereby hangs a tale.
Page 69 - Farewell, Monsieur Traveller: look you lisp and wear strange suits, disable all the benefits of your own country, be out of love with your nativity, and almost chide God for making you that countenance you are, or I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola.
Page 30 - When service should in my old limbs lie lame, And unregarded age in corners thrown. Take that; and He that doth the ravens feed, Yea, providently caters for the sparrow, Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold : All this I give you. Let me be your servant : Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo so The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty,...