The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, 3. cilt |
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Sayfa 44
... remains , It glows , and with a fullen [ beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us longi And though the flame be not [ fo great Yet is the heat as firong . In In ivory coffers I have stuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
... remains , It glows , and with a fullen [ beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us longi And though the flame be not [ fo great Yet is the heat as firong . In In ivory coffers I have stuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
Sayfa 62
... beat me 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 ...
... beat me 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 ...
Sayfa 66
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling the ...
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to day , nor none shall eat . Laft night she slept not , nor to night shall not : As with the meat , fome undeserved fault I'll find about the making of the bed . And here I'll fling the ...
Sayfa 72
... Beats him . That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
... Beats him . That feed'ft me with the very name of meat : Sorrow on thee , and all the pack of you , That triumph thus upon my mifery ! Go , get thee gone , I say . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
Sayfa 76
... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a fmall compaft cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curioufly cut ...
... beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a fmall compaft cape . Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - fleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curioufly cut ...
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Sayfa 460 - 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.
Sayfa 503 - 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.
Sayfa 365 - 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.
Sayfa 95 - 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.