The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Volume 3 |
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Page 44
... beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us long ; And though the flame be not [ fo great , Yet is the beat as frong . In In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
... beat , Like fire in logs , it burns , and [ warms us long ; And though the flame be not [ fo great , Yet is the beat as frong . In In ivory coffers I have ftuft my crowns ; In 44 THE TAMING SCENE ...
Page 62
... beat me because her horse ftumbled , how fhe 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 horse ftumbled , how fhe 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 ...
Page 66
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to - day , nor none shall eat . Laft night the flept 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 ...
... beat , and will not be obedient . She ate no meat to - day , nor none shall eat . Laft night the flept 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 ...
Page 72
... Beats him . That feeds 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 fay . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
... Beats him . That feeds 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 fay . SCENE SCENE VII . Enter Petruchio and Hortenfio , with meat 72 THE TAMING.
Page 76
... beat me to death with bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a small compaft cape , Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - sleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curiously cut ...
... beat me to death with bottom of brown thread : I faid a gown . Pet . Proceed . Tay . With a small compaft cape , Gru . I confefs the cape . Tay . With a trunk - sleeve . Gru . I confefs two fleeves . Tay . The fleeves curiously cut ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.