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 42
... hear , how he impórtunes me ; the chain- Ant . E. Why , give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come , you know , I gave it you even now ; Either send the chain , or send me by some token . Ant . E. Fye ! now you run ...
... hear , how he impórtunes me ; the chain- Ant . E. Why , give it to my wife , and fetch your money . Ang . Come , come , you know , I gave it you even now ; Either send the chain , or send me by some token . Ant . E. Fye ! now you run ...
Pagina 43
... hear the suit . Ant . E. I do obey thee , till I give thee bail : - But , sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer . Ang . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame , I ...
... hear the suit . Ant . E. I do obey thee , till I give thee bail : - But , sirrah , you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer . Ang . Sir , sir , I shall have law in Ephesus , To your notorious shame , I ...
Pagina 46
... hear it ring ? Adr . What , the chain ? Dro . S. No , no , the bell : ' tis time , that I were gone . It was two ere I left him , and now the clock strikes one . Adr . The hours come back ! that did I never hear . Dro . S. O yes , if ...
... hear it ring ? Adr . What , the chain ? Dro . S. No , no , the bell : ' tis time , that I were gone . It was two ere I left him , and now the clock strikes one . Adr . The hours come back ! that did I never hear . Dro . S. O yes , if ...
Pagina 58
... hear thee : Fye on thee , wretch ! ' tis pity , that thou liv'st To walk where any honest men resort . Ant . S. Thou art a villain , to impeach me thus : I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty Against thee presently , if thou darʼst ...
... hear thee : Fye on thee , wretch ! ' tis pity , that thou liv'st To walk where any honest men resort . Ant . S. Thou art a villain , to impeach me thus : I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty Against thee presently , if thou darʼst ...
Pagina 63
... hear him , mistress ; fly , be gone . Duke . Come , stand by me , 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 ...
... hear him , mistress ; fly , be gone . Duke . Come , stand by me , 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 ...
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...