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Pagina 195
... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy mafter now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witnefs . Adr . Say , did't thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy mafter now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witnefs . Adr . Say , did't thou speak with him ? know'st thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
Pagina 197
... a great character , even as pure as gold , but may in " time lofe it by falfhood and corruption . " 10 I could not speak with Dromio , fince at first I 3 I The Comedy of ERRORS . 197 But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale...
... a great character , even as pure as gold , but may in " time lofe it by falfhood and corruption . " 10 I could not speak with Dromio , fince at first I 3 I The Comedy of ERRORS . 197 But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale...
Pagina 198
... Dromio , fince at first I fent him from the mart . See , here he comes . Enter Dromio of Syracufe . How now , Sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love ftroaks , so jeft with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ...
... Dromio , fince at first I fent him from the mart . See , here he comes . Enter Dromio of Syracufe . How now , Sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? As you love ftroaks , so jeft with me again . You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ...
Pagina 202
... Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he did buffet thee , and in his blows Deny'd my houfe for his , me for his wife . Ant . Did you converfe , Sir , with ...
... Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he did buffet thee , and in his blows Deny'd my houfe for his , me for his wife . Ant . Did you converfe , Sir , with ...
Pagina 203
... Dromio , go bid the fervants fpread for dinner . S. Dro . Oh , for my beads ! I crofs me for a finner . This is the Fairy land : oh , fpight of fpights ! We talk with goblins , ouphs , and elvish fprights ( 8 ) ; If we obey them not ...
... Dromio , go bid the fervants fpread for dinner . S. Dro . Oh , for my beads ! I crofs me for a finner . This is the Fairy land : oh , fpight of fpights ! We talk with goblins , ouphs , and elvish fprights ( 8 ) ; If we obey them not ...
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Pagina 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Pagina 394 - 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 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Pagina 258 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Pagina 142 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.