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 19
... nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that wè may yet again have access to our fair Mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one thing ' fpecially ...
... nature of our quarrel never yet brook'd Parle , know now , upon advice , it toucheth us both , that wè may yet again have access to our fair Mistress , and be happy rivals in Bianca's love , to labour and effect one thing ' fpecially ...
Pàgina 74
... nature with great fkill . Petruchio , by fright- ening , ftarving and overwatch- ing his wife , had tamed her in to gentleness and fubmiffion . And the audience expects to hear . cap ; no more of the Shrew : When on her being croffed ...
... nature with great fkill . Petruchio , by fright- ening , ftarving and overwatch- ing his wife , had tamed her in to gentleness and fubmiffion . And the audience expects to hear . cap ; no more of the Shrew : When on her being croffed ...
Pàgina 99
... Nature , and af- fures her , that fince fhe could now command her Temper , he would no longer difguife his own . It cannot but feem flrange that Shakespeare fhould be fo little known to the author of the Tat- ler , that he should fuffer ...
... Nature , and af- fures her , that fince fhe could now command her Temper , he would no longer difguife his own . It cannot but feem flrange that Shakespeare fhould be fo little known to the author of the Tat- ler , that he should fuffer ...
Pàgina 104
... nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my forrow gives me leave . In Syracufa was I born , and wed Unto a woman , happy , but for me ; And by me too , had not our hap been bad : With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd ...
... nature , not by vile offence , I'll utter what my forrow gives me leave . In Syracufa was I born , and wed Unto a woman , happy , but for me ; And by me too , had not our hap been bad : With her I liv'd in joy ; our wealth increas'd ...
Pàgina 119
... nature . Ant . May he not do it by fine and recovery ? S. Dro . Yes , to pay a fine for a peruke , and recover the loft hair of another man . Ant . Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair , being , as it is , fo plentiful an excrement ? S ...
... nature . Ant . May he not do it by fine and recovery ? S. Dro . Yes , to pay a fine for a peruke , and recover the loft hair of another man . Ant . Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair , being , as it is , fo plentiful an excrement ? S ...
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.