Midsummer night's dream ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like it ; Taming of the shrew ; All's well that ends well ; Twelfth-night ; Winter's taleJacob Tonson, within Grays-Inn Gate, next Grays-Inn Lane, 1709 |
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Strona 492
... better Affurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the Weaver ; this will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have fuch a Prologue , and it fhall be written in Eight and Six . Bot . No , make it two more ...
... better Affurance , tell them , that I Pyramus am not Pyramus , but Bottom the Weaver ; this will put them out of fear . Quin . Well , we will have fuch a Prologue , and it fhall be written in Eight and Six . Bot . No , make it two more ...
Strona 495
... better than I could devife . But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian Eyes With the Love Juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him fleeping ; that is finish'd too ; And the Athenian Woman by his fide , That when he wak'd , of force ...
... better than I could devife . But haft thou yet latch'd the Athenian Eyes With the Love Juice , as I did bid thee do ? Puck . I took him fleeping ; that is finish'd too ; And the Athenian Woman by his fide , That when he wak'd , of force ...
Strona 515
... better ? Dem . It is the wittieft Partition that ever I heard dif- courfe , my Lord . Thef . Pyramus draws near the Wall : Silence . Enter Pyramus . Pyr . O grim look'd Night ! O Night with hue fo black ! O Night , which ever art when ...
... better ? Dem . It is the wittieft Partition that ever I heard dif- courfe , my Lord . Thef . Pyramus draws near the Wall : Silence . Enter Pyramus . Pyr . O grim look'd Night ! O Night with hue fo black ! O Night , which ever art when ...
Strona 519
... better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe means , videlicet . This . Afleep , my Love ? What , dead , my Dove ? O Pyramus arise : Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A Tomb Muft cover ...
... better . Lys . She hath spied him already with those sweet Eyes . Dem . And thus fhe means , videlicet . This . Afleep , my Love ? What , dead , my Dove ? O Pyramus arise : Speak , fpeak . Quite dumb ? Dead , dead ? A Tomb Muft cover ...
Strona 526
... Baffanio , Lorenzo and Gratiano . Sal . Here comes Bassanio , Your most noble Kinsman ; Gratiano and Lorenzo : Fare ye well ; We leave you now with better Company . Sola Sola . I would have ftaid ' till I had 526 The Merchant of Venice .
... Baffanio , Lorenzo and Gratiano . Sal . Here comes Bassanio , Your most noble Kinsman ; Gratiano and Lorenzo : Fare ye well ; We leave you now with better Company . Sola Sola . I would have ftaid ' till I had 526 The Merchant of Venice .
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