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... Exit Maria . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary : when did I fee thee fo put down ? Sir And . Never in your life , I think , unless you fee canary put me down . Methinks , fometimes I have no more wit than a Christian , or ...
... Exit Maria . Sir To . O knight , thou lack'st a cup of canary : when did I fee thee fo put down ? Sir And . Never in your life , I think , unless you fee canary put me down . Methinks , fometimes I have no more wit than a Christian , or ...
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... [ Exit Duke . ] yet , O baneful ftrife ! Whoe'er I woo , my self would be his wife . [ Exeunt . S CE NE VI . Changes to Olivia's Houfe . Enter Maria and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips ...
... [ Exit Duke . ] yet , O baneful ftrife ! Whoe'er I woo , my self would be his wife . [ Exeunt . S CE NE VI . Changes to Olivia's Houfe . Enter Maria and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips ...
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... Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am fure I lack thee , may pafs for a wife man . For ...
... Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think they have thee , do very oft prove fools ; and I , that am fure I lack thee , may pafs for a wife man . For ...
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... [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and peo- ple diflike it . Clo . Thou haft fpoke for us , Madona , as if thy eldeft fon fhould be a fool : whose skull Jove cram with brains , for here comes one of thy ...
... [ Exit Malvolio . ] Now you fee , Sir , how your fooling grows old , and peo- ple diflike it . Clo . Thou haft fpoke for us , Madona , as if thy eldeft fon fhould be a fool : whose skull Jove cram with brains , for here comes one of thy ...
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... Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him . Oli . Go thou and feek the coroner , and let him ...
... Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught above heat makes him a fool ; the fecond mads him ; and a third drowns him . Oli . Go thou and feek the coroner , and let him ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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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.