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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... Because the bought ftone - jugs , and no feal'd quarts ; Sometimes , you would call out for Cicely Hacket . Sly . Ay , the woman's maid of the house . 3 Man . Why , Sir , you know no house ; nor no fuch maid ; Nor no fuch men , as you ...
... Because the bought ftone - jugs , and no feal'd quarts ; Sometimes , you would call out for Cicely Hacket . Sly . Ay , the woman's maid of the house . 3 Man . Why , Sir , you know no house ; nor no fuch maid ; Nor no fuch men , as you ...
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... Because I know you well , and love you well , Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather . She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your ...
... Because I know you well , and love you well , Leave shall you have to court her at your pleasure . Gre . To cart her rather . She's too rough for me . There , there , Hortenfio , will you any wife ? Cath . I pray you , Sir , is it your ...
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... Because she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors . Luc . Ah , Tranio , what a cruel Father's he ! But art thou not advis'd he took fome care To get her cunning fchool - mafters t ' inftruct her ? Tra . Ay , marry , am I , Sir ; and now ...
... Because she shall not be annoy'd with fuitors . Luc . Ah , Tranio , what a cruel Father's he ! But art thou not advis'd he took fome care To get her cunning fchool - mafters t ' inftruct her ? Tra . Ay , marry , am I , Sir ; and now ...
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... Because fo well I love Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , be fo ; because Lucentio loves ; And let me be a flave t'atchieve that Maid , Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where ...
... Because fo well I love Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , be fo ; because Lucentio loves ; And let me be a flave t'atchieve that Maid , Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where ...
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... because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft ; how I loft my crupper ; with ...
... because her horfe ftumbled , how the waded through the dirt to pluck him off me ; how he fwore , how the pray'd that never pray'd before ; how I cry'd ; how the horses ran away ; how her bridle was burft ; how I loft my crupper ; with ...
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The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1765 |
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460 psl. - 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.
503 psl. - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
365 psl. - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
95 psl. - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.