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Page 150
... Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - brothers , and Dromio of Syracufe , flaves to the two Antipholis's . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to Antipho- lis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmafter , and a ...
... Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - brothers , and Dromio of Syracufe , flaves to the two Antipholis's . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to Antipho- lis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmafter , and a ...
Page 154
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
Page 155
... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
Page 156
... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? foolishness ; E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave ...
... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? foolishness ; E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave ...
Page 157
... Dromio . ' Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this . town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the ...
... Dromio . ' Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this . town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the ...
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Page 324 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Page 248 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 324 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Page 330 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Page 57 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not ; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.