The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 14
E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Erit Dro . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money .
E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Erit Dro . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some device or other , The villain is o'er - raught of all my money .
Pagina 20
Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake : now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat ...
Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake : now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool , and chat ...
Pagina 28
I hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your welcome dear . Ant . E. O , signior Balthazar , either at flesh or fish , A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish . Bal . Good meat , sir , is common ; that every churl affords .
I hold your dainties cheap , sir , and your welcome dear . Ant . E. O , signior Balthazar , either at flesh or fish , A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish . Bal . Good meat , sir , is common ; that every churl affords .
Pagina 35
O , soft , sir , hold you I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Erit Luc . still ; Enter , from the House of AntiPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROM10 of Syracuse . Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro .
O , soft , sir , hold you I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Erit Luc . still ; Enter , from the House of AntiPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROM10 of Syracuse . Ant . S. Why , how now , Dromio ? where run'st thou so fast ? Dro .
Pagina 45
Adr . I cannot , nor I will not , hold me still ; My tongue , though not my heart , shall have his will . He is deformed , crooked , old , and sere , Ill - fac'd , worse - bodied , shapeless every where ; Vicious , ungentle , foolish ...
Adr . I cannot , nor I will not , hold me still ; My tongue , though not my heart , shall have his will . He is deformed , crooked , old , and sere , Ill - fac'd , worse - bodied , shapeless every where ; Vicious , ungentle , foolish ...
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Attendants Baptista bear beauty better Bian Bianca Bion Biron Boyet break comes Cost Curt daughter doth Dromio Duke Dull Enter Erit Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear fellow fire fool gentle give grace Grumio hand hast hath head hear heard heart hold horse Hortensio hour husband I'll Kate Kath KATHARINA keep King lady leave light live Long look lord Lucentio madam Marry master mean mistress Moth never oath officer Petruchio play pray present Prin prove rest SCENE Servant signior sister speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee thine thing thou thou art tongue Tranio true unto villain wife woman
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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...