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, C. Corbet, H. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, L. Hawes, Clark and Collins, W. Johnston, T. Caslon, T. Lownds, and the executors of B. Dodd, 1765 |
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... these feven Years bath efleem'd himself No better than a poor and loath- Some Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope , I fhall be juftified in it by two fubfequent ...
... these feven Years bath efleem'd himself No better than a poor and loath- Some Beggar . ] I have ventur'd to alter a Word here , against the Authority of the printed Copies ; and hope , I fhall be juftified in it by two fubfequent ...
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... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life : and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef . Ne ...
... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life : and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef . Ne ...
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... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . These fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never fpeak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . These fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never fpeak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
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... these mates ?. Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould , Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
... these mates ?. Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould , Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
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... these wooers ; if thou ask me why , fufficeth , my reafons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . Pet . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's House , in Padua . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio.j Erona , for a while I take my leave , To see my ...
... these wooers ; if thou ask me why , fufficeth , my reafons are both good and weighty . [ Exeunt . Pet . SCENE V. Before Hortenfio's House , in Padua . V Enter Petruchio , and Grumio.j Erona , for a while I take my leave , To see my ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count daughter doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft 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 purpoſe reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art Tranio uſed villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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