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 6
... 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 what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus . Ege . A heavier task could not ...
... 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 what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus . Ege . A heavier task could not ...
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... word , And go indeed , having so good a mean . [ Exit DRO . S. Ant . S. A trusty villain , sir ; that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jests . What , will you walk with me about the ...
... word , And go indeed , having so good a mean . [ Exit DRO . S. Ant . S. A trusty villain , sir ; that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jests . What , will you walk with me about the ...
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... What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here , not half an hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave SCENE II . 19 COMEDY OF ERRORS .
... What answer , sir ? when spake I such a word ? Ant . S. Even now , even here , not half an hour since . Dro . S. I did not see you since you sent me hence , Home to the Centaur , with the gold you gave SCENE II . 19 COMEDY OF ERRORS .
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... words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd , or carv'd to thee . How comes ...
... words were musick to thine ear , That never object pleasing in thine eye , That never touch well - welcome to thy hand , That never meat sweet - savour'd in thy taste , Unless I spake , look'd , touch'd , or carv'd to thee . How comes ...
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... word by all my wit being scann'd , Want wit in all one word to understand . Luc . Fye , brother ! how the world is changed with you : When were you wont to use my sister thus ? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant . S. By ...
... word by all my wit being scann'd , Want wit in all one word to understand . Luc . Fye , brother ! how the world is changed with you : When were you wont to use my sister thus ? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant . S. By ...
Common terms and phrases
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...