The Works of Shakespear: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well, that ends well. Twelfth-night: or, What you willRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... d my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where F 3 are are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n The Taming of the SHREW . 105.
... d my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where F 3 are are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n The Taming of the SHREW . 105.
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... Bion . Ay , Sir , ne'er a whit.- : life . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him : ' Would , I were fo too . Tra . So would I , ' faith , boy , to have the next wifh ...
... Bion . Ay , Sir , ne'er a whit.- : life . Luc . And not a jot of Tranio in your mouth ; Tranio is chang'd into Lucentio . Bion . The better for him : ' Would , I were fo too . Tra . So would I , ' faith , boy , to have the next wifh ...
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... Bion . He , that has the two fair Daughters ? is't he you mean ? Tra . Even he , Biondello . Gre . Hark you , Sir , you mean not her , to Tra . Perhaps , him and her ; what have you to do ? Pet . Not her that chides , Sir , at any hand ...
... Bion . He , that has the two fair Daughters ? is't he you mean ? Tra . Even he , Biondello . Gre . Hark you , Sir , you mean not her , to Tra . Perhaps , him and her ; what have you to do ? Pet . Not her that chides , Sir , at any hand ...
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... Bion . O'excellent motion ! fellows , let's be gone . Hor . The motion's good indeed , and be it so , Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . [ The Prefenters , above , speak here . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not ...
... Bion . O'excellent motion ! fellows , let's be gone . Hor . The motion's good indeed , and be it so , Petruchio , I shall be your ben venuto . [ Exeunt . [ The Prefenters , above , speak here . 1 Man . My Lord , you nod ; you do not ...
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... Bion . He is coming . Bap . When will he be here ? Bion . When he ftands where I am , and fees you there . Tra . But , fay , what to thine old news ? Bion . Why , Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin ; a pair of old ...
... Bion . He is coming . Bap . When will he be here ? Bion . When he ftands where I am , and fees you there . Tra . But , fay , what to thine old news ? Bion . Why , Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin ; a pair of old ...
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33 ÆäÀÌÁö - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
304 ÆäÀÌÁö - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
63 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
21 ÆäÀÌÁö - The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say,— This is no flattery: these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.