The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Volume 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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Page 345
... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? your will Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
... Kath . I pray you , sir , [ To BAP . ] is it To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? your will Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mould . Kath . I'faith , sir , you shall ...
Page 346
... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , be- like , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good ...
... Kath . Why , and I trust , I may go too ; May I not ? What , shall I be appointed hours ; as though , be- like , I knew not what to take , and what to leave ? Ha ! [ Exit . Gre . You may go to the devil's dam ; your gifts are so good ...
Page 362
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
... Kath . Of all thy suitors , here I charge thee , tell Whom thou lov'st best : see thou dissemble not . Bian . Believe me , sister , of all the men alive , I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other . Kath ...
Page 363
... Kath . O then , belike , you fancy riches more ; You will have Gremio to keep you fair . Bian . Is it for him you do envy me so ? Nay , then you jest ; and now I well perceive , You have but jested with me all this while : I pr'ythee ...
... Kath . O then , belike , you fancy riches more ; You will have Gremio to keep you fair . Bian . Is it for him you do envy me so ? Nay , then you jest ; and now I well perceive , You have but jested with me all this while : I pr'ythee ...
Page 369
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing ; They call me - Katharine , that do talk of me . Pet ... Kath . Mov'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd you hither , Remove you hence : I knew you at the first , You ...
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing ; They call me - Katharine , that do talk of me . Pet ... Kath . Mov'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd you hither , Remove you hence : I knew you at the first , You ...
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Antigonus Antonio Autolycus Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress musick Nerissa never Orlando Padua peize Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice wife WINTER'S TALE word young
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