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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... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for ...
... thou art condemn'd to die . Ege . Yet this my comfort ; when your words are done , My woes end likewise with the evening sun . Duke . Well , Syracusan , say , in brief , the cause , Why thou departedst from thy native home ; And for ...
Page 9
... thou sorrowest for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befallen of them , and thee , till now . Ege . My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At eighteen years became inquisitive After his brother ; and impórtun'd me ...
... thou sorrowest for , Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befallen of them , and thee , till now . Ege . My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At eighteen years became inquisitive After his brother ; and impórtun'd me ...
Page 10
... thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , ' And live ; if not , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Ęge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But ...
... thou hast in Ephesus ; Beg thou , or borrow , to make up the sum , ' And live ; if not , then thou art doom'd to die : - Gaoler , take him to thy custody . Gaol . I will , my lord . Ęge . Hopeless , and helpless , doth Egeon wend , But ...
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... thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody ? Dro . E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate ...
... thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody ? Dro . E. I pray you , jest , sir , as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post ; If I return , I shall be post indeed ; For she will score your fault upon my pate ...
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... thou ? Dro . E. Your worships ' wife , my mistress at the Phoenix ; She , that 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 ...
... thou ? Dro . E. Your worships ' wife , my mistress at the Phoenix ; She , that 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 ...
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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
Popular passages
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...