The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, Том 3C. Bathurst, 1773 |
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Стр. 184
... Dromio of Ephefus , { Dromio of Syracufe , Balthazar , a Merchant . Angelo , a Goldsmith . Twin - Brothers , and Sons to Ageon and Amilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - Brothers , and Slaves to the two Antipholis's . A Merchant ...
... Dromio of Ephefus , { Dromio of Syracufe , Balthazar , a Merchant . Angelo , a Goldsmith . Twin - Brothers , and Sons to Ageon and Amilia , but unknown to each other . Twin - Brothers , and Slaves to the two Antipholis's . A Merchant ...
Стр. 190
... Dromio , ' till I come to thee : Within this hour it will be dinner - time ; ( 3 ) Now truft me , were it not againft our laws , Against my crown , my oath , my dignity , Which Princes would , they may not difannul , ] Thus are these ...
... Dromio , ' till I come to thee : Within this hour it will be dinner - time ; ( 3 ) Now truft me , were it not againft our laws , Against my crown , my oath , my dignity , Which Princes would , they may not difannul , ] Thus are these ...
Стр. 191
... Dromio . Ant . " A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn and dine with me ? Mer ...
... Dromio . Ant . " A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn and dine with me ? Mer ...
Стр. 192
... Dromio , come , these jests are out of season ; Referve them ' till a merrier hour than this : Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir knave , have done your ...
... Dromio , come , these jests are out of season ; Referve them ' till a merrier hour than this : Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir knave , have done your ...
Стр. 193
... 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 ) ; Dark - working forcerers , that change ...
... 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 ) ; Dark - working forcerers , that change ...
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Стр. 103 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.
Стр. 394 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Стр. 258 - Skulking in corners ? wishing clocks more swift ? Hours, minutes ? noon, midnight ? and all eyes blind With the pin and web,' but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked ? is this nothing ? Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Стр. 142 - 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.