The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Volume 3 |
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Page 99
... Kate , untie my hands . Cath . If that be jeft , then all the reft was fo . [ Strikes her . Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , the weeps ; Go ply thy needle ...
... Kate , untie my hands . Cath . If that be jeft , then all the reft was fo . [ Strikes her . Enter Baptifta . Bap . Why , how now , dame , whence grows this infolence ? Bianca , ftand afide ; poor girl , the weeps ; Go ply thy needle ...
Page 103
... Kate to you ? Pet . I pray you , do . I will attend her here , [ Exit Bap . with Gre . Hor . and Tranio . And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes . Say that the rail , why then I'll tell her plain She fings as fweetly as a ...
... Kate to you ? Pet . I pray you , do . I will attend her here , [ Exit Bap . with Gre . Hor . and Tranio . And woo her with fome fpirit when she comes . Say that the rail , why then I'll tell her plain She fings as fweetly as a ...
Page 104
... Kate , the prettieft Kate in christendom , Kate of Kate - ball , my fuper - dainty Kate , ( For dainties are all Cates ) and therefore Kate ; Take this of me , Kate of my confolation ! Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town , Thy ...
... Kate , the prettieft Kate in christendom , Kate of Kate - ball , my fuper - dainty Kate , ( For dainties are all Cates ) and therefore Kate ; Take this of me , Kate of my confolation ! Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town , Thy ...
Page 105
... Kate . Infooth you ' scape not fo . Cath . I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go . Pet No , not a whit , I find you ... Kate doth limp ? Oh fland'rous world ! Kate , like the hazle - twig , Is ftrait and fender , and as brown in hue ...
... Kate . Infooth you ' scape not fo . Cath . I chafe you if I tarry ; let me go . Pet No , not a whit , I find you ... Kate doth limp ? Oh fland'rous world ! Kate , like the hazle - twig , Is ftrait and fender , and as brown in hue ...
Page 106
... Kate , And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian sportful . Cath . Where did you study all this goodly speech ? Pet . It is extempore , from my mother - wit . Cath . A witty mother , witlefs else her fon . Pet . Am I not wife ? Cath . Yes ...
... Kate , And then let Kate be chaft , and Dian sportful . Cath . Where did you study all this goodly speech ? Pet . It is extempore , from my mother - wit . Cath . A witty mother , witlefs else her fon . Pet . Am I not wife ? Cath . Yes ...
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affure anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father feem felf felves fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fing firft fome fool foreft fpeak ftand ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf honour horfe Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband Illyria Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pr'ythee pray promife reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art Tranio whofe wife worfe youth
Popular passages
Page 145 - 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...
Page 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Page 201 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Page 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Page 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Page 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Page 29 - 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...