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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... vogue ; where the Devil continued to have a confiderable part . The mention of it here was to ridicule fo abfurd a circumstance in thefe old farces . WARBURTON . Such Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
... vogue ; where the Devil continued to have a confiderable part . The mention of it here was to ridicule fo abfurd a circumstance in thefe old farces . WARBURTON . Such Such as he hath obferv'd in noble ladies Unto their 8 THE TAMING.
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... thefe Jeven Years hath efteem'd himself No better than a poor and loath- feme Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope , I shall be juftified in it by two fubfequent ...
... thefe Jeven Years hath efteem'd himself No better than a poor and loath- feme Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope , I shall be juftified in it by two fubfequent ...
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... thefe abject lowly dreams . Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll ...
... thefe abject lowly dreams . Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll ...
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... Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle words . For tho ' you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you fay , ye were beaten out of door ...
... Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle words . For tho ' you lay here in this goodly chamber , Yet would you fay , ye were beaten out of door ...
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... thefe words plain ? firrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock me well , and knock me foundly and come you now with knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advife you . ilor . Petruchio , patience ; I am ...
... thefe words plain ? firrah , knock me here , rap me here , knock me well , and knock me foundly and come you now with knocking at the gate ? Pet . Sirrah , be gone , or talk not , I advife you . ilor . Petruchio , patience ; I am ...
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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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