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... sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing , and giving odour . Enough ! -no more ' Tis not fo fweet now as it was before . O fpirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity ...
... sweet fouth , That breathes upon a bank of violets , Stealing , and giving odour . Enough ! -no more ' Tis not fo fweet now as it was before . O fpirit of love , how quick and fresh art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity ...
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... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accost- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I defire better ac ...
... Sweet Sir Andrew ! Sir And . Blefs you , fair fhrew . Mar. And you too , Sir . Sir To . Accoft , Sir Andrew , accost- Sir And . What's that ? Sir To . My niece's chamber - maid . Sir And . Good Mistress Accost , I defire better ac ...
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... sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I ...
... sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I ...
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... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword , and make him a common ...
... Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur Malvolio , let me alone with him : if I do not gull him into a nayword , and make him a common ...
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... Sweet Lady , ha , ha . [ Smiles fantastically . Oli . Smil'ft thou ? I fent for thee upon a fad oc- cafion . Mal . Sad , Lady ? I could be fad ; this does make fome Jobftruction in the blood , this cross - garter- ing ; but what of it ...
... Sweet Lady , ha , ha . [ Smiles fantastically . Oli . Smil'ft thou ? I fent for thee upon a fad oc- cafion . Mal . Sad , Lady ? I could be fad ; this does make fome Jobftruction in the blood , this cross - garter- ing ; but what of it ...
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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.