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 63
... fear nothing : Guard with halberds . Adr . Ah me , it is my husband ! Witness you , That he is borne about invisible : Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here ; And now he's there , past thought of human reason . Enter ANTIPHOLUS and ...
... fear nothing : Guard with halberds . Adr . Ah me , it is my husband ! Witness you , That he is borne about invisible : Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here ; And now he's there , past thought of human reason . Enter ANTIPHOLUS and ...
Pagina 64
... fear of death doth make me dote , I see my son Antipholus , and Dromio . Ant . E. Justice , sweet prince , against that woman there . She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife ; That hath abused and dishonour'd me , Even in the strength ...
... fear of death doth make me dote , I see my son Antipholus , and Dromio . Ant . E. Justice , sweet prince , against that woman there . She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife ; That hath abused and dishonour'd me , Even in the strength ...
Pagina 81
... Fear not , my lord ; we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords.- [ Exeunt ...
... Fear not , my lord ; we can contain ourselves , Were he the veriest antic in the world . Lord . Go , sirrah , take them to the buttery , And give them friendly welcome every one : Let them want nothing that my house affords.- [ Exeunt ...
Pagina 90
... fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But , if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord ...
... fear ; I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But , if it were , doubt not her care should be To comb your noddle with a three - legg'd stool , And paint your face , and use you like a fool . Hor . From all such devils , good Lord ...
Pagina 96
... fear I was descried : Bion . I , sir ? ne'er a whit . life : Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! Tra . So would I , faith , boy , to have ...
... fear I was descried : Bion . I , sir ? ne'er a whit . life : Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him ; ' Would I were so too ! Tra . So would I , faith , boy , to have ...
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...