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 29
... hast stolen both mine office and my name ; The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been Dromio to - day in my place , Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name , or thy name for an ass . Luce ...
... hast stolen both mine office and my name ; The one ne'er got me credit , the other mickle blame . If thou had'st been Dromio to - day in my place , Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name , or thy name for an ass . Luce ...
Pagina 35
... hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc . Enter , from the House of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROMIO of Syracuse . Ant . S ...
... hast no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . O , soft , sir , hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister , to get her good will . [ Exit Luc . Enter , from the House of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus , DROMIO of Syracuse . Ant . S ...
Pagina 45
... hast thou lost thy breath ? Dro . S. By running fast ? Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? Dro . S. No , he's in Tartar limbo , worse than hell : A devil in an everlasting garment hath him , One , whose hard heart is ...
... hast thou lost thy breath ? Dro . S. By running fast ? Adr . Where is thy master , Dromio ? is he well ? Dro . S. No , he's in Tartar limbo , worse than hell : A devil in an everlasting garment hath him , One , whose hard heart is ...
Pagina 53
... hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me . Adr . Alas , I sent you money to redeem you , By Dromio here , who came in haste for it . Dro . E. Money by me ? heart and good - will you might , But , surely , master , not a rag of money ...
... hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me . Adr . Alas , I sent you money to redeem you , By Dromio here , who came in haste for it . Dro . E. Money by me ? heart and good - will you might , But , surely , master , not a rag of money ...
Pagina 54
... Pinch . Go , bind this man , for he is frantick too . Adr . What wilt thou do , thou peevish officer ? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself ? Off . He 54 ACT IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... Pinch . Go , bind this man , for he is frantick too . Adr . What wilt thou do , thou peevish officer ? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself ? Off . He 54 ACT IV . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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...