The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Página 42
... mother - wit . Cath . A witty mother , witless else her fon . : Pet . Am I not wife ? : Cath . Yes ; keep you warm . Pet . Why fo I mean , fweet Catharine , in thy bed : And therefore fetting all this chat aside , Thus in plain terms ...
... mother - wit . Cath . A witty mother , witless else her fon . : Pet . Am I not wife ? : Cath . Yes ; keep you warm . Pet . Why fo I mean , fweet Catharine , in thy bed : And therefore fetting all this chat aside , Thus in plain terms ...
Página 82
... mother's fon , and that's myself , It fhall be Moon , or Star , or what 1 lift , Or ere I journey to your father's houfe : Go on , and fetch our horfes back again . Evermore croft and croft , nothing but croft ! Hor . Say , as he fays ...
... mother's fon , and that's myself , It fhall be Moon , or Star , or what 1 lift , Or ere I journey to your father's houfe : Go on , and fetch our horfes back again . Evermore croft and croft , nothing but croft ! Hor . Say , as he fays ...
Página 86
... mother fays , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , Gentleman ! why , this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name . Ped . Lay hands on the villain . I believe , he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my ...
... mother fays , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , Gentleman ! why , this is flat knavery to take upon you another man's name . Ped . Lay hands on the villain . I believe , he means to cozen fomebody in this city under my ...
Página 105
... mother of two goodly fons ; And , which was ftrange , the one fo like the other , As could not be diftinguifh'd but by names . That very hour , and in the self - fame inn , A poor mean woman was delivered Of fuch a burden , male - twins ...
... mother of two goodly fons ; And , which was ftrange , the one fo like the other , As could not be diftinguifh'd but by names . That very hour , and in the self - fame inn , A poor mean woman was delivered Of fuch a burden , male - twins ...
Página 109
... mother and a brother , In queft of them , unhappy , lofe myself . Enter Dromio of Ephefus . Here comes the almanack of my true date . What now ? how chance , thou art return'd fo foon ? E. Dro . Return'd fo foon ! rather approach'd too ...
... mother and a brother , In queft of them , unhappy , lofe myself . Enter Dromio of Ephefus . Here comes the almanack of my true date . What now ? how chance , thou art return'd fo foon ? E. Dro . Return'd fo foon ! rather approach'd too ...
Termos e frases comuns
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
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Página 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.