The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volumul 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pagina 85
... truth hereof : For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous . [ Exeunt Pet . Cath . and Vin . Hor . Well , Petruchio , this hath put me in heart . Have to my widow ; and if fhe be froward , Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be ...
... truth hereof : For our firft merriment hath made thee jealous . [ Exeunt Pet . Cath . and Vin . Hor . Well , Petruchio , this hath put me in heart . Have to my widow ; and if fhe be froward , Then haft thou taught Hortenfio to be ...
Pagina 132
... truth why labour you , To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a God ? would you create me new ? Transform me then , and to your pow'r I'll yield . But if that I am I , then , well I know , Your weeping fifter is no wife of mine ...
... truth why labour you , To make it wander in an unknown field ? Are you a God ? would you create me new ? Transform me then , and to your pow'r I'll yield . But if that I am I , then , well I know , Your weeping fifter is no wife of mine ...
Pagina 155
... truth hereof at large . SCENE XI . 1 Enter Antipholis of Syracufe , with his rapier drawn , and Dromio of Syracuse . Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose again . Adr . And come with naked fwords ; Let's call more help to have them ...
... truth hereof at large . SCENE XI . 1 Enter Antipholis of Syracufe , with his rapier drawn , and Dromio of Syracuse . Luc . God , for thy mercy ! they are loose again . Adr . And come with naked fwords ; Let's call more help to have them ...
Pagina 163
... truth ! Ang . O perjur'd woman ! they are both forfworn . In this the mad - man juftly chargeth them . E. Ant . My Liege , I am advised , what I fay . Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine , Nor , heady - rash , provok'd with raging ...
... truth ! Ang . O perjur'd woman ! they are both forfworn . In this the mad - man juftly chargeth them . E. Ant . My Liege , I am advised , what I fay . Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine , Nor , heady - rash , provok'd with raging ...
Pagina 164
... truth , thus far I witnefs with him ; That he din'd not at home , but was lock'd out . Duke . But he had fuch a chain of thee , or no ? Ang . He had , my Lord ; and when he ran in here , These people faw the chain about his neck . Mer ...
... truth , thus far I witnefs with him ; That he din'd not at home , but was lock'd out . Duke . But he had fuch a chain of thee , or no ? Ang . He had , my Lord ; and when he ran in here , These people faw the chain about his neck . Mer ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
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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Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.