The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumen4R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Dromio of Ephefus , Dromio of Syracufe , Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . } Twin - brothers , and fons to Egeon and Emilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - brothers , and flaves to the two Antipholis's . A Merchant ...
... Dromio of Ephefus , Dromio of Syracufe , Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . } Twin - brothers , and fons to Egeon and Emilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - brothers , and flaves to the two Antipholis's . A Merchant ...
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... DROMIO . Mer . Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
... DROMIO . Mer . Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
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... DROMIO of Ephefus . Here comes the almanac of my true date . What now ? how chance thou art returned so foon ? E. Dro . Returned fo foon ! rather approached too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the fpit , The clock has ...
... DROMIO of Ephefus . Here comes the almanac of my true date . What now ? how chance thou art returned so foon ? E. Dro . Returned fo foon ! rather approached too late : The capon burns , the pig falls from the fpit , The clock has ...
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... Dromio , come , these jets are out of feafon ; ( Referve them ' till a merrier hour than this : Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? [ me .. E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to Ant . Come on , Sir knave , have done ...
... Dromio , come , these jets are out of feafon ; ( Referve them ' till a merrier hour than this : Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? [ me .. E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to Ant . Come on , Sir knave , have done ...
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... Dromio . Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money .. They fay this town is full of couzenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; ( 4 ) ( 4 ) As , nimble jugglers , that deceive ...
... Dromio . Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money .. They fay this town is full of couzenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; ( 4 ) ( 4 ) As , nimble jugglers , that deceive ...
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Página 118 - No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see...
Página 118 - 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.
Página 122 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Página 271 - 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...
Página 151 - 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.
Página 151 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Página 111 - 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.
Página 135 - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Página 106 - 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.
Página 107 - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.