The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 3J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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Page 23
... use your manners dif- creetly in all kind of companies : when I am alone , why , then I am Tranie ; but in all places else , your mafter Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , let's go : one thing more refts , that thyfelf execute , to make one ...
... use your manners dif- creetly in all kind of companies : when I am alone , why , then I am Tranie ; but in all places else , your mafter Lucentio . Luc . Tranio , let's go : one thing more refts , that thyfelf execute , to make one ...
Page 24
... use his mafter fo , being , perhaps , for aught I fee , two and thirty , a pip out ? Whom , would to God , I had well knock'd at first , Then had not Grumio come by the worst . Pet . A fenfelefs villain ! Good Hortenfio , I bid the ...
... use his mafter fo , being , perhaps , for aught I fee , two and thirty , a pip out ? Whom , would to God , I had well knock'd at first , Then had not Grumio come by the worst . Pet . A fenfelefs villain ! Good Hortenfio , I bid the ...
Page 76
... no odds . Pet . Well , Sir , in brief the gown is not for me . Gru . You are i ' th ' right , Sir , ' tis for my mistress . Pet . Go take it up unto thy master's use . Gru . Gru . Villain , not for thy life : take 76 . THE TAMING.
... no odds . Pet . Well , Sir , in brief the gown is not for me . Gru . You are i ' th ' right , Sir , ' tis for my mistress . Pet . Go take it up unto thy master's use . Gru . Gru . Villain , not for thy life : take 76 . THE TAMING.
Page 77
... use ! Pet . Why , Sir , what's your conceit in that ? Gru . Oh , Sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for ; Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his mafter's ufe ; Oh , fy , fy , fy ! T Pet . Hortenfio , fay , thou wilt fee the taylor ...
... use ! Pet . Why , Sir , what's your conceit in that ? Gru . Oh , Sir , the conceit is deeper than you think for ; Take up my miftrefs's gown unto his mafter's ufe ; Oh , fy , fy , fy ! T Pet . Hortenfio , fay , thou wilt fee the taylor ...
Page 118
... use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or elfe I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders : but , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . Doft thou not know ? S. Dro . Nothing , Sir , but that I am beaten ...
... use thefe blows long , I must get a fconce for my head , and infconce it too , or elfe I fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders : but , I pray , Sir , why am I beaten ? Ant . Doft thou not know ? S. Dro . Nothing , Sir , but that I am beaten ...
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againſt anfwer Antipholis Baptifta Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Conft Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid father fatire Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhame fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince reafon reft SCENE Shakespeare ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
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