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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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 Ęgeon 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 Ęgeon wend , But ...
Page 13
... thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house , the Phenix , sir , to dinner ; My mistress , and her sister , stay for you . Ant . S. Now , as I am a christian , answer me , In ...
... thou hast dispos'd thy charge . Dro . E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house , the Phenix , sir , to dinner ; My mistress , and her sister , stay for you . Ant . S. Now , as I am a christian , answer me , In ...
Page 14
... hast thou ? Dro . E. Your worships ' wife , my mistress at the Phœnix ; 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 ...
... hast thou ? Dro . E. Your worships ' wife , my mistress at the Phœnix ; 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 ...
Page 16
... thou , that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee , With urging helpless patience , would'st relieve me : But , if thou live to see like right bereft , This fool - begg'd patience in thee will be left . Luc . Well , I will marry one day ...
... thou , that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee , With urging helpless patience , would'st relieve me : But , if thou live to see like right bereft , This fool - begg'd patience in thee will be left . Luc . Well , I will marry one day ...
Page 26
... Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art changed to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . ' Tis so , I am an ass ; else it could never be , But I should ...
... Thou hast thine own form . Dro . S. No , I am an ape . Luc . If thou art changed to aught , ' tis to an ass . Dro . S. ' Tis true ; she rides me , and I long for grass . ' Tis so , I am an ass ; else it could never be , But I should ...
Common terms and phrases
Ęge 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 Jaquenetta 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 word
Popular passages
Page 258 - 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 256 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Page 205 - 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 257 - 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 156 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...