The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 3. kötetJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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6. oldal
... Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been lunatick . And when he fays he is , fay , that he dreams ; For he is nothing but a mighty Lord . This do , and do it kindly , gentle Sirs : It will be paftime paffing ...
... Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been lunatick . And when he fays he is , fay , that he dreams ; For he is nothing but a mighty Lord . This do , and do it kindly , gentle Sirs : It will be paftime paffing ...
8. oldal
... lady . That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him Madam , do him all obeisance . Tell him from ... ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
... lady . That done , conduct him to the drunkard's chamber , And call him Madam , do him all obeisance . Tell him from ... ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
9. oldal
... ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplish'd ; Such duty to the drunkard let him do , With foft low tongue , and lowly courtesy ; And fay ; what is't your Honour will command , Wherein your lady and your humble wife , May fhew her ...
... ladies Unto their lords , by them accomplish'd ; Such duty to the drunkard let him do , With foft low tongue , and lowly courtesy ; And fay ; what is't your Honour will command , Wherein your lady and your humble wife , May fhew her ...
11. oldal
... lady mourn , 2 Man . Oh , this it is that makes your fervants droop . Lord . Hence comes it , that your kindred fhun your house , As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
... lady mourn , 2 Man . Oh , this it is that makes your fervants droop . Lord . Hence comes it , that your kindred fhun your house , As beaten hence by your ftrange lunacy . Oh , noble Lord , bethink thee of thy birth , Call home thy ...
12. oldal
... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Men . And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the faireft creature in the world , And yet fhe is ...
... lady far more beautiful Than any woman in this waining age . 1 Men . And ' till the tears , that he hath fhed for thee , Like envious floods , o'er - ran her lovely face , She was the faireft creature in the world , And yet fhe is ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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93. oldal - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
469. oldal - 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.
241. oldal - The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination, And every lovely organ of her life Shall come apparel'd in more precious habit, More moving, delicate, and full of life, Into the eye and prospect of his soul Than when she liv'd indeed ; then shall he mourn, If ever love had interest in his liver.
460. oldal - 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.