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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Page 44
... beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us long ; And though the flame be not Vo great , Yet is the beat as ftrong . In In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING.
... beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us long ; And though the flame be not Vo great , Yet is the beat as ftrong . In In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING.
Page 62
... beat me because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd ' that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft : how I loft my ...
... beat me because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd ' that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft : how I loft my ...
Page 66
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to - day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to - night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling ...
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to - day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to - night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling ...
Page 72
... Beats bim . That feeds me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII ... Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 . TAMING THE.
... Beats bim . That feeds me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII ... Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 . TAMING THE.
Page 76
... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a small compast cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curiously cut ...
... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a small compast cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curiously cut ...
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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.