The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volum 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pàgina 10
... him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Æge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But to procrastinate his lifeless end . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A publick Place . Enter ANTIPHOLUS 10 АСТ 1 . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Æge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But to procrastinate his lifeless end . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - A publick Place . Enter ANTIPHOLUS 10 АСТ 1 . COMEDY OF ERRORS .
Pàgina 14
... doth fast , till you come home to dinner , And prays , that you will hie you home to dinner . Ant . S. What , wilt thou flout me thus unto my face , Being forbid ? There , take you that , sir knave . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for ...
... doth fast , till you come home to dinner , And prays , that you will hie you home to dinner . Ant . S. What , wilt thou flout me thus unto my face , Being forbid ? There , take you that , sir knave . Dro . E. What mean you , sir ? for ...
Pàgina 17
... doth burn , quoth I ; Will you come home ? quoth I ; My gold , quoth he : My gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; My gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; Hang ...
... doth burn , quoth I ; Will you come home ? quoth I ; My gold , quoth he : My gold , quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee , villain ? The pig , quoth I , is burn'd ; My gold , quoth he : My mistress , sir , quoth I ; Hang ...
Pàgina 18
... doth homage otherwhere ; Or else , what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know , he promised me a chain ; - Would that alone alone he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed ! I see , the jewel , best ...
... doth homage otherwhere ; Or else , what lets it but he would be here ? Sister , you know , he promised me a chain ; - Would that alone alone he would detain , So he would keep fair quarter with his bed ! I see , the jewel , best ...
Pàgina 19
... doth it shame . Since that my beauty cannot please his eye , I'll weep what's left away , and weeping die . Luc . How many fond fools serve mad jealousy !. [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The ...
... doth it shame . Since that my beauty cannot please his eye , I'll weep what's left away , and weeping die . Luc . How many fond fools serve mad jealousy !. [ Exeunt . SCENE II . - The same . Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse . Ant . S. The ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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!
Pàgina 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...