The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 36
... Marry , sir , such claim as you would lay to your 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 ...
... Marry , sir , such claim as you would lay to your 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 ...
Pagina 37
... Marry , sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . Ant . S. Where Scotland ? Dro . S. I found it by the barrenness ; hard , in the palm of the hand . Ant . S. Where France ? Dro . S. In her forehead ; armed and reverted , mak ...
... Marry , sir , in her buttocks ; I found it out by the bogs . Ant . S. Where Scotland ? Dro . S. I found it by the barrenness ; hard , in the palm of the hand . Ant . S. Where France ? Dro . S. In her forehead ; armed and reverted , mak ...
Pagina 49
... Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tell'st thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone . Cour . Give me the ...
... Marry , he must have a long spoon , that must eat with the devil . Ant . S. Avoid then , fiend ! what tell'st thou me of supping ? Thou art , as you are all , a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me , and be gone . Cour . Give me the ...
Pagina 86
... Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord ; What is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me - hus- band ? My men should call me - lord ; I am your goodman ...
... Marry , I fare well ; for here is cheer enough . Where is my wife ? Page . Here , noble lord ; What is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me - hus- band ? My men should call me - lord ; I am your goodman ...
Pagina 87
... Marry , I will ; let them play it : Is not a com- monty a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Page . No , my good lord : it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houshold stuff ? Page . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we'll ...
... Marry , I will ; let them play it : Is not a com- monty a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Page . No , my good lord : it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houshold stuff ? Page . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we'll ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
Pasaje populare
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...