The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Zväzok 3 |
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Strana 13
... Marry , I fare well , for here is chear enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here , noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me huf- band ? My men should call me Lord , I am your good man . Lady ...
... Marry , I fare well , for here is chear enough . Where's my wife ? Lady . Here , noble Lord , what is thy will with her ? Sly . Are you my wife , and will not call me huf- band ? My men should call me Lord , I am your good man . Lady ...
Strana 14
... Marry , I will ; let them play ; is it not a Com- modity ? a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Lady . No , my good Lord , it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houfhold stuff ?. Lady . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we ...
... Marry , I will ; let them play ; is it not a Com- modity ? a Christmas gambol , or a tumbling trick ? Lady . No , my good Lord , it is more pleasing stuff . Sly . What , houfhold stuff ?. Lady . It is a kind of history . Sly . Well , we ...
Strana 19
... Marry , Sir , to get a husband for her fifter . Gre . A hufband ! a devil.- Hor . I fay a husband . Gre . I fay , a devil . Think'st thou , Hortenfio , thi her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor ...
... Marry , Sir , to get a husband for her fifter . Gre . A hufband ! a devil.- Hor . I fay a husband . Gre . I fay , a devil . Think'st thou , Hortenfio , thi her father be very rich , any man is so very a fool to be married to hell ? Hor ...
Strana 21
... marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Mafter , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine first . Tra . You will be fchool - mafter , And undertake the teaching ...
... marry , am I , Sir ; and now ' tis plotted . Luc . I have it , Tranio . Tra . Mafter , for my hand , Both our inventions meet and jump in one . Luc . Tell me thine first . Tra . You will be fchool - mafter , And undertake the teaching ...
Strana 26
... marry him to a puppet , or an aglet - baby , or an old Trot with ne'er a tooth in her head , tho ' fhe have as many diseases as two and fifty horfes ; why , nothing comes amifs , fo money comes withal . Hor . Petruchio , fince we have ...
... marry him to a puppet , or an aglet - baby , or an old Trot with ne'er a tooth in her head , tho ' fhe have as many diseases as two and fifty horfes ; why , nothing comes amifs , fo money comes withal . Hor . Petruchio , fince we have ...
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Strana 363 - 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.
Strana 458 - 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.
Strana 192 - Friendship is constant in all other things, Save in the office and affairs of love ; Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues ; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent ; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood : This is an accident of hourly proof, which I mistrusted not.
Strana 467 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.