The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5 |
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Pagina 12
Ant . S. Stop in your wind , sir ; tell me this , I pray ; Where have you left the money that I gave you ? Dro . E. 0 , —six - pence , that I had o'Wednesday last , To pay the saddler for my mistress ' crupper ;The saddler had it ...
Ant . S. Stop in your wind , sir ; tell me this , I pray ; Where have you left the money that I gave you ? Dro . E. 0 , —six - pence , that I had o'Wednesday last , To pay the saddler for my mistress ' crupper ;The saddler had it ...
Pagina 13
E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks , your maw , like mine , should be your clock ...
E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks , your maw , like mine , should be your clock ...
Pagina 20
I pray you , master , tell me . Ant . S. Yea , dost thou jeer , and fout me in the teeth ? Think'st thou , I jest ? Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake : now your jest is earnest ...
I pray you , master , tell me . Ant . S. Yea , dost thou jeer , and fout me in the teeth ? Think'st thou , I jest ? Hold , take thou that , and that . [ Beating him . Dro . S. Hold , sir , for God's sake : now your jest is earnest ...
Pagina 21
S. No , sir ; I think the meat wants that I have . Ant . S. In good time , sir , what's that ? Dro . S. Basting . Ant . S. Well , sir , then ' twill be dry . Dro . S. If it be , sir , I pray you eat none of it . Ant . S. Your reason ?
S. No , sir ; I think the meat wants that I have . Ant . S. In good time , sir , what's that ? Dro . S. Basting . Ant . S. Well , sir , then ' twill be dry . Dro . S. If it be , sir , I pray you eat none of it . Ant . S. Your reason ?
Pagina 22
Dro . S. The plainer dealer , the sooner lost : Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity . Ant . S. For what reason ? Dro . S. For two ; and sound ones too . Ant . S. Nay , not sound , I pray you . Dro .
Dro . S. The plainer dealer , the sooner lost : Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity . Ant . S. For what reason ? Dro . S. For two ; and sound ones too . Ant . S. Nay , not sound , I pray you . Dro .
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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...