The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 32
I know a wench of excellent discourse ,Pretty and witty ; wild , and , yet too , gentle ;There will we dine : this woman that I mean , My wife ( but , I protest , without desert ) Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal ; To her will we to ...
I know a wench of excellent discourse ,Pretty and witty ; wild , and , yet too , gentle ;There will we dine : this woman that I mean , My wife ( but , I protest , without desert ) Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal ; To her will we to ...
Pagina 33
Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; Comfort my sister , cheer her , call her wife : ' Tis holy sport , to be a little vain , When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name SCENE II ...
Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; Comfort my sister , cheer her , call her wife : ' Tis holy sport , to be a little vain , When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife . Ant . S. Sweet mistress , ( what your name SCENE II ...
Pagina 38
She , that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But ...
She , that doth call me husband , even my soul Doth for a wife abhor : but her fair sister , Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace , Of such enchanting presence and discourse , Hath almost made me traitor to myself : But ...
Pagina 54
Adr . I did not , gentle husband , lock thee forth . Dro . E. And , gentle master , I receiv'd no gold ; But I confess , sir , that we were lock'd out . Adr . Dissembling villain , thou speak'st false in both .
Adr . I did not , gentle husband , lock thee forth . Dro . E. And , gentle master , I receiv'd no gold ; But I confess , sir , that we were lock'd out . Adr . Dissembling villain , thou speak'st false in both .
Pagina 56
S. Faith , stay here this night , they will surely do us no harm ; you saw , they speak us fair , give us gold : methinks , they are such a gentle nation , that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find ...
S. Faith , stay here this night , they will surely do us no harm ; you saw , they speak us fair , give us gold : methinks , they are such a gentle nation , that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me , I could find ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...