The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... speak'st well of fools ! Enter Maria . Mar. Madam , there is at the gate a young gentleman much defires to speak with you . Oli . From the Count Orfino , is it ? Mar. I know not , Madam , ' tis a fair young man , And well attended . Oli ...
... speak'st well of fools ! Enter Maria . Mar. Madam , there is at the gate a young gentleman much defires to speak with you . Oli . From the Count Orfino , is it ? Mar. I know not , Madam , ' tis a fair young man , And well attended . Oli ...
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... speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of mankind . Oli . What manner of man ? Mal . Of very ill manners ; he'll speak with you , will you or no . Oli . Of what perfonage and years is he ? Mal . Not yet old enough ...
... speak with you . Oli . What kind o ' man is he ? Mal . Why , of mankind . Oli . What manner of man ? Mal . Of very ill manners ; he'll speak with you , will you or no . Oli . Of what perfonage and years is he ? Mal . Not yet old enough ...
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... Speak to me , I fhall answer for her : your will ? Vio . Most radiant , exquifite , and unmatchable beauty I pray you , tell me , if this be the Lady of the house , for I never faw her . I would be loth to caft away my speech ; for ...
... Speak to me , I fhall answer for her : your will ? Vio . Most radiant , exquifite , and unmatchable beauty I pray you , tell me , if this be the Lady of the house , for I never faw her . I would be loth to caft away my speech ; for ...
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... Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would ...
... Speak your office . Vio . It alone concerns your ear . I bring no overture of war , no taxation of homage ; I hold the olive in my hand : my words are as full of peace as matter . Oli . Yet you began rudely . What are you ? what would ...
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... speak masterly . My life upon't , young tho ' thou art , thine eye Hath ftaid upon fome favour that it loves : Hath it not , boy ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . Of your complection . Duke . She ...
... speak masterly . My life upon't , young tho ' thou art , thine eye Hath ftaid upon fome favour that it loves : Hath it not , boy ? Vio . A little , by your favour . Duke . What kind of woman is't ? Vio . Of your complection . Duke . She ...
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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.