The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Том 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... Bion . Where have I been ? Nay , how now , where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come hither ; ' tis no time to jest , And therefore ...
... Bion . Where have I been ? Nay , how now , where are you ? Master , has my fellow Tranio stol'n your clothes ? Or you stol'n his ? or both ? pray , what's the news ? Luc . Sirrah , come hither ; ' tis no time to jest , And therefore ...
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... Bion . I , 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 so too ! Tra . So would I , faith , boy , to have the next wish after ...
... Bion . I , 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 so too ! Tra . So would I , faith , boy , to have the next wish after ...
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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 . ACT II . SCENE I. - The same . A 106 АСТ 1 . TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... 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 . ACT II . SCENE I. - The same . A 106 АСТ 1 . TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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... Bion . Why , is it not news , to hear of Petruchio's coming ? Bap . Is he come ? Bion . Why , no , sir . Bap . What then ? Bion . He is coming . Bap . When will he be here ? Bion . When he stands where I am , and sees you there . Tra ...
... Bion . Why , is it not news , to hear of Petruchio's coming ? Bap . Is he come ? Bion . Why , no , sir . Bap . What then ? Bion . He is coming . Bap . When will he be here ? Bion . When he stands where I am , and sees you there . Tra ...
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... Bion . O , sir , his lackey , for all the world caparison- ed like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg , and a ... Bion . Why , sir , he comes not . Bap . Didst thou not say , he comes ? Bion . Who ? that Petruchio came ? Bap . Ay ...
... Bion . O , sir , his lackey , for all the world caparison- ed like the horse ; with a linen stock on one leg , and a ... Bion . Why , sir , he comes not . Bap . Didst thou not say , he comes ? Bion . Who ? that Petruchio came ? Bap . Ay ...
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ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
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