The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... she will admit no kind of fuit , No , not the Duke's . [ her Vio . There is a fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind ...
... she will admit no kind of fuit , No , not the Duke's . [ her Vio . There is a fair behaviour in thee , Captain ; And tho ' that nature with a beauteous wall Doth oft close in pollution ; yet of thee , I will believe , thou haft a mind ...
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... she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her degree , neither in eftate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her fwear it . Tut , there's life in't ,. man ...
... she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir To . She'll none o'th ' Duke ; fhe'll not match above her degree , neither in eftate , years , nor wit ; I have heard her fwear it . Tut , there's life in't ,. man ...
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... She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not ...
... She will attend it better in thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not ...
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... She returns this ring to you , Sir ; you might have faved me my pains , to have taken it away yourself She adds moreover , that you should put your Lord into a defperate affurance , fhe will none of him . And one thing more , that you ...
... She returns this ring to you , Sir ; you might have faved me my pains , to have taken it away yourself She adds moreover , that you should put your Lord into a defperate affurance , fhe will none of him . And one thing more , that you ...
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... She loves me , fure ; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlith meffenger . None of my Lord's ring ; why , he fent her none . I am the man - If it be fo , ( as , ' tis ; ) Poor Lady , fhe were better love a dream . Difguife ...
... She loves me , fure ; the cunning of her passion Invites me in this churlith meffenger . None of my Lord's ring ; why , he fent her none . I am the man - If it be fo , ( as , ' tis ; ) Poor Lady , fhe were better love a dream . Difguife ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Seite 239 - 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...
Seite 3 - 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.