The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volume 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Come to the bay of Ephesus , he dies , His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose ; Unless a thousand marks be levied , To quit the penalty , and to ransome him . Thy substance , valued at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred ...
... Come to the bay of Ephesus , he dies , His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose ; Unless a thousand marks be levied , To quit the penalty , and to ransome him . Thy substance , valued at the highest rate , Cannot amount unto a hundred ...
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... come to thee . Within this hour it will be dinner - time : Till that , I'll view the manners of the town , Peruse the traders , gaze upon the buildings , And then return , and sleep within mine inn ; For with long travel I am stiff and ...
... come to thee . Within this hour it will be dinner - time : Till that , I'll view the manners of the town , Peruse the traders , gaze upon the buildings , And then return , and sleep within mine inn ; For with long travel I am stiff and ...
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... comes the almanack of my true date.- What now ? How chance , thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But ...
... comes the almanack of my true date.- What now ? How chance , thou art return'd so soon ? Dro . E. Return'd so soon ... come not home ; You come not home , because you have no stomach ; You have no stomach , having broke your fast ; But ...
Page 13
... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks , your maw , like mine , should be your clock , And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
... come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate . Methinks , your maw , like mine , should be your clock , And strike you home without a messenger . Ant . S. Come , Dromio , come ...
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... come : If so , be patient , sister . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business still lies out o ' door . Adr . Look , when I serve him so , he takes it ill . Luc . O , know , he is the bridle of ...
... come : If so , be patient , sister . Adr . Why should their liberty than ours be more ? Luc . Because their business still lies out o ' door . Adr . Look , when I serve him so , he takes it ill . Luc . O , know , he is the bridle of ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...