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 189
... Count John here at Supper ? Ant . I faw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but ... Count John's mouth , and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face- Beat . With a good Leg , and a ...
... Count John here at Supper ? Ant . I faw him not . Beat . How tartly that gentleman looks ! I never can see him , but ... Count John's mouth , and half Count John's melancholy in Signior Benedick's face- Beat . With a good Leg , and a ...
Page 195
... Count Claudio ? Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the next willow , about your own business , Count . What fashion will you wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an ...
... Count Claudio ? Claud . Yea , the fame . Bene . Come , will you go with me ? Claud . Whither ? Bene . Even to the next willow , about your own business , Count . What fashion will you wear the garland of ? about your neck , like an ...
Page 196
... Count ? did you fee him ? Bene . Troth , my lord , I have play'd the part of lady Fame . I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren , I told him ( and I think , told him true ) that your Grace had got the Will of this young ...
... Count ? did you fee him ? Bene . Troth , my lord , I have play'd the part of lady Fame . I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a warren , I told him ( and I think , told him true ) that your Grace had got the Will of this young ...
Page 198
... Count Claudio , whom you fent me to feek . Pedro . Why , how now , Count , wherefore are you fad ? Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
... Count Claudio , whom you fent me to feek . Pedro . Why , how now , Count , wherefore are you fad ? Claud . Not fad , my Lord . Pedro . How then ? fick ? Claud . Claud . Neither , my Lord . Beat . The 198 MUCH ADO.
Page 199
... Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes : his Grace hath made the match , and all grace fay , Amen , to it . Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ; I were but little ...
... Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortunes : his Grace hath made the match , and all grace fay , Amen , to it . Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ; I were but little ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.