The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 3 tomasJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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... face , She was the faireft creature in the world , And yet fhe is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dreamt ' till now ? I do not fleep ; I fee , I hear , I speak ; I fmell fweet ...
... face , She was the faireft creature in the world , And yet fhe is inferior to none . Sly . Am I a Lord , and have I fuch a Lady ? Or do I dream ? or have I dreamt ' till now ? I do not fleep ; I fee , I hear , I speak ; I fmell fweet ...
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... face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord , deliver us . Gre . And me too , good Lord . Tra . Hush , mafter , here's fome good paftime toward ; That wench is ftark mad , or wonderful fro- ward . Luc . But ...
... face , and ufe you like a fool . Hor . From all fuch devils , good Lord , deliver us . Gre . And me too , good Lord . Tra . Hush , mafter , here's fome good paftime toward ; That wench is ftark mad , or wonderful fro- ward . Luc . But ...
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... face ; Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he ... faces , For OF THE SHRE W. 21.
... face ; Such as the daughter of Agenor had , That made great Jove to humble him to her hand , When with his knees he ... faces , For OF THE SHRE W. 21.
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... faces , For man or master : then it follows thus . Thou shalt be mafter , Tranio , in my stead ; Keep houfe , and * port , and servants , as I fhould . I will fome other be , fome Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or meaner man of Pisa ...
... faces , For man or master : then it follows thus . Thou shalt be mafter , Tranio , in my stead ; Keep houfe , and * port , and servants , as I fhould . I will fome other be , fome Florentine , Some Neapolitan , or meaner man of Pisa ...
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... face , and fo disfigure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat . You know him not , Sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in Baptifta's house my Treasure is : He hath the jewel of my ...
... face , and fo disfigure her with it , that she shall have no more eyes to fee withal than a cat . You know him not , Sir . Hor . Tarry , Petruchio , I must go with thee , For in Baptifta's house my Treasure is : He hath the jewel of my ...
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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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