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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... beat down the gate ? louder . Vin . Is Signior Lucentio within , Sir ? Ped . He's within , Sir , but not to be spoken withal . Vin . What , if a man bring him a hundred pound or two , to make merry withal ? Ped . Keep your hundred ...
... beat down the gate ? louder . Vin . Is Signior Lucentio within , Sir ? Ped . He's within , Sir , but not to be spoken withal . Vin . What , if a man bring him a hundred pound or two , to make merry withal ? Ped . Keep your hundred ...
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... beats Biondello . Bion . Help , help , help , here's a madman will mur- der me . Ped . Help , fon ; help , Signior ... beat my fer- vant ? Vin . What am I , Sir ; nay , what are you , Sir ? oh , immortal Gods ! oh , fine villain ! a ...
... beats Biondello . Bion . Help , help , help , here's a madman will mur- der me . Ped . Help , fon ; help , Signior ... beat my fer- vant ? Vin . What am I , Sir ; nay , what are you , Sir ? oh , immortal Gods ! oh , fine villain ! a ...
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... beat me there . Adr . Go back again thou flave , and fetch him home . E. Dro . Go back again , and be new beaten home ? For God's fake , fend fome other meffenger . Adr . Back , flave , or I will break thy pate acrofs . E. Dro . And he ...
... beat me there . Adr . Go back again thou flave , and fetch him home . E. Dro . Go back again , and be new beaten home ? For God's fake , fend fome other meffenger . Adr . Back , flave , or I will break thy pate acrofs . E. Dro . And he ...
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... Beats Dro . S. Dro . Hold , Sir , for God's fake , now your jeft is earnest ; Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . Because that I familiarly fometimes 13 Do Do ufe you for my fool , and chat with OF ERRORS . 117.
... Beats Dro . S. Dro . Hold , Sir , for God's fake , now your jeft is earnest ; Upon what bargain do you give it me ? Ant . Because that I familiarly fometimes 13 Do Do ufe you for my fool , and chat with OF ERRORS . 117.
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... beat this method in your fconce . S. Dro . Sconce , call you it ? fo you would leave battering , I had rather have it a head ; an you use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or elfe I fhall feek my ...
... beat this method in your fconce . S. Dro . Sconce , call you it ? fo you would leave battering , I had rather have it a head ; an you use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or elfe I fhall feek my ...
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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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