The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... unto a hundred marks ; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou ...
... unto a hundred marks ; Therefore , by law thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou ...
Page 7
... Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum , till my factor's death ; And he ( great care of goods at ...
... Unto a woman , happy but for me , And by me too , had not our hap been bad . With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum , till my factor's death ; And he ( great care of goods at ...
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... unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death ; Which , though myself would gladly have embrac'd , Yet the incessant weepings of my wife , Weeping before for what she saw must come , And piteous plainings of the pretty ...
... unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death ; Which , though myself would gladly have embrac'd , Yet the incessant weepings of my wife , Weeping before for what she saw must come , And piteous plainings of the pretty ...
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... unto my face , Being forbid ? There , take you that , sir knave . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Exit DRO . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some ...
... unto my face , Being forbid ? There , take you that , sir knave . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for God's sake , hold your hands ; Nay , an you will not , sir , I'll take my heels . [ Exit DRO . E. Ant . S. Upon my life , by some ...
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... unto my tongue , I thank him , I bare home upon my shoulders ; For , in conclusion , he did beat me there . Adr . Go back again , thou slave , and fetch him home . Dro . E. Go back again , and be new beaten home ? For God's sake , send ...
... unto my tongue , I thank him , I bare home upon my shoulders ; For , in conclusion , he did beat me there . Adr . Go back again , thou slave , and fetch him home . Dro . E. Go back again , and be new beaten home ? For God's sake , send ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...