The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Tom 9J. Johnson, 1803 |
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Strona 299
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . [ Exit . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We ...
... Bawd , and BOULT . Pand . Boult . Boult . Sir . [ Exit . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much out of creatures . We ...
Strona 300
... Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commo- dity ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore , if in our youths we could pick up some ...
... Bawd . Why , to give over , I pray you ? is it a shame to get when we are old ? Pand . O , our credit comes not in like the commo- dity ; nor the commodity wages not with the danger ; therefore , if in our youths we could pick up some ...
Strona 301
... Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her what she has to do , that she may ...
... Bawd . What's her price , Boult ? Boult . I cannot be bated one doit of a thousand pieces . Pand . Well , follow me , my masters ; you shall have your money presently . Wife , take her in ; instruct her what she has to do , that she may ...
Strona 302
... Bawd . Yes , indeed , shall you , and taste gentlemen of all fashions . You shall fare well ; you shall have the difference of all complexions . What ! do you stop your ears ? Mar. Are you a woman ? Bawd . What would you have me be , an ...
... Bawd . Yes , indeed , shall you , and taste gentlemen of all fashions . You shall fare well ; you shall have the difference of all complexions . What ! do you stop your ears ? Mar. Are you a woman ? Bawd . What would you have me be , an ...
Strona 303
... Bawd . Who ? Monsieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut a caper at the pro- clamation ; but he made a groan at it , and swore he would see her to - morrow . Bawd . Well , well ; as for him , he brought his disease hither : here ...
... Bawd . Who ? Monsieur Veroles ? Boult . Ay ; he offered to cut a caper at the pro- clamation ; but he made a groan at it , and swore he would see her to - morrow . Bawd . Well , well ; as for him , he brought his disease hither : here ...
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Strona 402 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Strona 337 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
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Strona 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Strona 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; and, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; yet I am doubtful...
Strona 444 - How does my royal lord ? How fares your majesty ? Lear. You do me wrong to take me out o' the grave : Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Strona 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Strona 445 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.