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 tomas |
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My fair Bianca , bid my Father welcome , While I with telf - fame kindness welcome thine Brother Petruchio , Silter Catharine , And thou , Hortenfio , with thy loving Widow ; Feaft with the beft , and welcome to my house : My banquet is ...
My fair Bianca , bid my Father welcome , While I with telf - fame kindness welcome thine Brother Petruchio , Silter Catharine , And thou , Hortenfio , with thy loving Widow ; Feaft with the beft , and welcome to my house : My banquet is ...
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Antipholis of Ephefus , Antipholis of Syracufe , Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - Brothers , and Sons to Ægeon and Æmilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - Brothers and Slaves to the Dromio of Syracufe , J two Antipholis's .
Antipholis of Ephefus , Antipholis of Syracufe , Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - Brothers , and Sons to Ægeon and Æmilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - Brothers and Slaves to the Dromio of Syracufe , J two Antipholis's .
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My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At eighteen years became inquifitive After his brother ; and importun'd me , That his attendant , ( for his cafe was like , Reft of his brother , but retain'd his name , ) Might bear him ...
My youngest boy , and yet my eldest care , At eighteen years became inquifitive After his brother ; and importun'd me , That his attendant , ( for his cafe was like , Reft of his brother , but retain'd his name , ) Might bear him ...
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Fy , brother ! how the world is chang'd with you ; When were you wont to use my fifter thus ? She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he ...
Fy , brother ! how the world is chang'd with you ; When were you wont to use my fifter thus ? She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he ...
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... I hope , a probable Conjecture . THEOBALD . 6 Alas , poor Women ! make us not believe , & c . ] From the whole Tenour of the Context it is evident that this Negative K 2 ( not ) Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; OF 131 ERRORS .
... I hope , a probable Conjecture . THEOBALD . 6 Alas , poor Women ! make us not believe , & c . ] From the whole Tenour of the Context it is evident that this Negative K 2 ( not ) Then , gentle brother , get you in again ; OF 131 ERRORS .
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The Plays of William Shakespeare With the Corrections and ..., 3 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1805 |
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bear Beat believe Benedick better blood bring brother Cath Changes Claud Claudio comes Count daughter death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fame father fear feems fellow fenfe fhall fhould fome fool foul fpeak France fuch fweet give hand hath hear heart heav'n Hero hold honour hope I'll Italy John keep King lady leave Leon live look Lord Madam mafter marry mean moft mother muft muſt nature never night peace Pedro play poor pray Prince SCENE Signior tell thank thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thing thou thought tongue true truth WARBURTON wife wrong young
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