The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volum 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pàgina 13
... Marry , I fare well , for here is cheer enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me huf- band ? My men fhould call me Lord , I am your good man . Lady . My ...
... Marry , I fare well , for here is cheer enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me huf- band ? My men fhould call me Lord , I am your good man . Lady . My ...
Pàgina 14
... Marry , I will ; let them play ; is it not a Com- modity ? a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Lady . No , my good Lord , it is more pleafing stuff . Sly . What , houfhold stuff ? Lady . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we ...
... Marry , I will ; let them play ; is it not a Com- modity ? a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Lady . No , my good Lord , it is more pleafing stuff . Sly . What , houfhold stuff ? Lady . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we ...
Pàgina 19
... Marry , Sir , to get a husband for her fifter . Gre . A hufband ! a dévil.- Hor . I fay a husband . Gre . I lay , a devil Think'ft thou , Hortenfio , tho ' her father be very rich , any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor ...
... Marry , Sir , to get a husband for her fifter . Gre . A hufband ! a dévil.- Hor . I fay a husband . Gre . I lay , a devil Think'ft thou , Hortenfio , tho ' her father be very rich , any man is fo very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor ...
Pàgina 21
... marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Mafter , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine firft . Tra . You will be school - master , And undertake the teaching ...
... marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Mafter , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine firft . Tra . You will be school - master , And undertake the teaching ...
Pàgina 26
... marry him to a puppet , or an aglet - baby , or an old Trot with ne'er a tooth in her head , tho ' fhe have as many difeafes as two and fifty horfes ; why , nothing comes amifs , fo money comes withal . Hor . Petruchio , fince we have ...
... marry him to a puppet , or an aglet - baby , or an old Trot with ne'er a tooth in her head , tho ' fhe have as many difeafes as two and fifty horfes ; why , nothing comes amifs , fo money comes withal . Hor . Petruchio , fince we have ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 93 - 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...
Pàgina 469 - 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.
Pàgina 241 - 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.
Pàgina 460 - 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.