The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... horse , capon , cox- comb , idiot , patch ! Either get thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E ...
... horse , capon , cox- comb , idiot , patch ! Either get thee from the door , or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches , that thou call'st for such store , When one is one too many ? Go , get thee from the door . Dro . E ...
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... horse ; and she would have me as a beast : not that , I being a beast , she would have me ; but that she , being a very beastly creature , lays claim to me . Ant . S. What is she ? Dro . S. A very reverent body : ay , such a one as a ...
... horse ; and she would have me as a beast : not that , I being a beast , she would have me ; but that she , being a very beastly creature , lays claim to me . Ant . S. What is she ? Dro . S. A very reverent body : ay , such a one as a ...
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... horse . Dro . S. Run , master , run ; for God's sake , take a house . This is some priory ; —In , or we are spoil'd . [ Exeunt ANT . S. and DRO . S. to the Priory . Enter the Abbess . Abb . Be quiet , people ; Wherefore throng you ...
... horse . Dro . S. Run , master , run ; for God's sake , take a house . This is some priory ; —In , or we are spoil'd . [ Exeunt ANT . S. and DRO . S. to the Priory . Enter the Abbess . Abb . Be quiet , people ; Wherefore throng you ...
Page 79
... him of his hounds and horse , And that his lady mourns at his disease : Persuade him , that he hath been lunatic ; And , when he says he is , say , that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This 1 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 79.
... him of his hounds and horse , And that his lady mourns at his disease : Persuade him , that he hath been lunatic ; And , when he says he is , say , that he dreams , For he is nothing but a mighty lord . This 1 TAMING OF THE SHREW . 79.
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... horses shall be trapp'd , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill ...
... horses shall be trapp'd , Their harness studded all with gold and pearl . Dost thou love hawking ? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark : Or wilt thou hunt ? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them , And fetch shrill ...
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Page 262 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Page 261 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Page 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...