The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 3 tomas |
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... SCENE , fometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country . THE THE TAMING of the SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. A ...
... SCENE , fometimes in Padua ; and sometimes in Petruchio's House in the Country . THE THE TAMING of the SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. A ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. THE TAMING of the SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. Before an Alebouse on a Heath . Enter Hostefs and Sly . SLY . " LL pheese you , in faith . Hoft . A pair of stocks , you rogite ! Sly . Y'are a baggage ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. THE TAMING of the SHREW . INDUCTION . SCENE I. Before an Alebouse on a Heath . Enter Hostefs and Sly . SLY . " LL pheese you , in faith . Hoft . A pair of stocks , you rogite ! Sly . Y'are a baggage ...
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... SCENE II . Wind borns . Enter a Lord from. Lor . Back ; fee'ft thou not , the King is busy ? Hiero . Oh , is be fo ? King . Who is He , that inter- rupts our Business ? Hiero . Not 1 : Hierony- mo , beware ; go by , go by . So Sly here ...
... SCENE II . Wind borns . Enter a Lord from. Lor . Back ; fee'ft thou not , the King is busy ? Hiero . Oh , is be fo ? King . Who is He , that inter- rupts our Business ? Hiero . Not 1 : Hierony- mo , beware ; go by , go by . So Sly here ...
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. SCENE II . Wind borns . Enter a Lord from bunting , with a Train . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee , tender well my hounds , Brach , Merriman , the poor cur is imbost ; s And couple ... SCENE II. ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. SCENE II . Wind borns . Enter a Lord from bunting , with a Train . Lord . Huntsman , I charge thee , tender well my hounds , Brach , Merriman , the poor cur is imbost ; s And couple ... SCENE II. ...
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... SCENE III . Re - enter a Servant . How now ? who is it ? Ser . An't please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your ...
... SCENE III . Re - enter a Servant . How now ? who is it ? Ser . An't please your Honour , Players That offer Service to your lordship . Lord . Bid them come near : Enter Players . Now , Fellows , you are welcome . Play . We thank your ...
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