The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Pagina 6
... please your Lordship cool your hands ? Some one be ready with a coftly fuit , And ask him what apparel he will wear ; Another tell him of his hounds and horfe , And that his Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been ...
... please your Lordship cool your hands ? Some one be ready with a coftly fuit , And ask him what apparel he will wear ; Another tell him of his hounds and horfe , And that his Lady mourns at his disease ; Persuade him , that he hath been ...
Pagina 7
... please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordfhip . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your Honour . Lord . Do you intend to ftay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So ...
... please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordfhip . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your Honour . Lord . Do you intend to ftay with me to - night ? 2 Play . So ...
Pagina 10
... please your Honour taste of these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? 1 Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life ; and if you give me any Conferves ...
... please your Honour taste of these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? 1 Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life ; and if you give me any Conferves ...
Pagina 12
... please your Mightiness to wash your hands ? Oh , how we joy to fee your wits restor❜d ! Oh , that once more you knew but what you are ! These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly ...
... please your Mightiness to wash your hands ? Oh , how we joy to fee your wits restor❜d ! Oh , that once more you knew but what you are ! These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly ...
Pagina 29
... please . Gre . So faid , fo done , is well ; Hortenfio , have you told him all her faults ? Pet . I know , fhe is an irksome brawling fcold ; If that be all , mafters , I hear no harm . A Gre . No , fayest me fo , friend ? what ...
... please . Gre . So faid , fo done , is well ; Hortenfio , have you told him all her faults ? Pet . I know , fhe is an irksome brawling fcold ; If that be all , mafters , I hear no harm . A Gre . No , fayest me fo , friend ? what ...
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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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Pagina 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.