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 23
... Villain , I fay , knock me here foundly . Gru . Knock you here , Sir ? why , Sir , what am I Sir , That I fhould knock you here , Sir . > Pet . Villain , I fay , knock me at this gate , And rap me well ; or I'll knock your knave's pate ...
... Villain , I fay , knock me here foundly . Gru . Knock you here , Sir ? why , Sir , what am I Sir , That I fhould knock you here , Sir . > Pet . Villain , I fay , knock me at this gate , And rap me well ; or I'll knock your knave's pate ...
Page 24
... Villain ! Enter Hortenfio . Hor . How now , what's the matter ? my old friend Grumio , and my good friend Petruchio ! how do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may ...
... Villain ! Enter Hortenfio . Hor . How now , what's the matter ? my old friend Grumio , and my good friend Petruchio ! how do you all at Verona ? Pet . Signior Hortenfio , come you to part the fray ? Con tutto il Core , ben trovato , may ...
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... villains , when ? It was the Friar of Orders grey , As he forth walked on his way . [ Sings . Out , out , you rogue ... villain , will you let it fall ? Cath . Patience , I pray you , ' twas a fault unwilling . Pet . A whorefon , beatle ...
... villains , when ? It was the Friar of Orders grey , As he forth walked on his way . [ Sings . Out , out , you rogue ... villain , will you let it fall ? Cath . Patience , I pray you , ' twas a fault unwilling . Pet . A whorefon , beatle ...
Page 65
... villains , bring it from the dreffer , And ferve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the Stage . You heedlefs jolt - heads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What ...
... villains , bring it from the dreffer , And ferve it thus to me that love it not ? There , take it to you , trenchers , cups and all : [ Throws the meat , & c . about the Stage . You heedlefs jolt - heads , and unmanner'd slaves ! What ...
Page 76
... . Pet . Well , Sir , in brief the gown is not for me . Gru . You are i ' th ' right , Sir , ' tis for my mistress . Pet . Go take it up unto thy master's use . Gru . Gru . Villain , not for thy life : take 76 . THE TAMING.
... . Pet . Well , Sir , in brief the gown is not for me . Gru . You are i ' th ' right , Sir , ' tis for my mistress . Pet . Go take it up unto thy master's use . Gru . Gru . Villain , not for thy life : take 76 . THE TAMING.
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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.