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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... fent you hither fo unlike yourself ? Pet . Tedious it were to tell , and harsh to hear : Sufficeth , I am come to keep my word , Tho ' in fome part enforced to digress , Which at more leifure I will fo excufe , As you fhall well be ...
... fent you hither fo unlike yourself ? Pet . Tedious it were to tell , and harsh to hear : Sufficeth , I am come to keep my word , Tho ' in fome part enforced to digress , Which at more leifure I will fo excufe , As you fhall well be ...
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... fent before , to make a fire ; and they are coming after , to warm them now were not 1 a little pot , and foon hot , my very lips might freeze to my teeth , my tongue to the roof of my mouth , my heart in my belly , ere I fhould come by ...
... fent before , to make a fire ; and they are coming after , to warm them now were not 1 a little pot , and foon hot , my very lips might freeze to my teeth , my tongue to the roof of my mouth , my heart in my belly , ere I fhould come by ...
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... fent before ? Gru . Here , Sir , as foolish as I was before . Pet . You peasant fwain , you whoreson , malt - horse drudge , Did not I bid thee meet me in the park , And bring along these rascal knaves with thee ? Gru . Gru ...
... fent before ? Gru . Here , Sir , as foolish as I was before . Pet . You peasant fwain , you whoreson , malt - horse drudge , Did not I bid thee meet me in the park , And bring along these rascal knaves with thee ? Gru . Gru ...
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... fent me to the jail . Bap . But do you hear , Sir , have you married my Daughter without afking my good will ? Vin . Fear not , Baptifta , we will content you , go to : but I will in , to be revenged on this villain . [ Exit . Bap . 90 ...
... fent me to the jail . Bap . But do you hear , Sir , have you married my Daughter without afking my good will ? Vin . Fear not , Baptifta , we will content you , go to : but I will in , to be revenged on this villain . [ Exit . Bap . 90 ...
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... fent to feek his master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock . Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter , let us dine , and never fret . A man is master of his ...
... fent to feek his master ! Sure , Luciana , it is two o'clock . Luc . Perhaps , fome merchant hath invited him , And from the mart he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter , let us dine , and never fret . A man is master of his ...
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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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