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William Shakespeare. I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as , haply , fhall become The form of my intent . I'll ferve this Duke ; Thou fhalt prefent me as an eunuch to him ...
William Shakespeare. I pr'ythee , and I'll pay thee bounteously , Conceal me what I am , and be my aid For fuch difguife as , haply , fhall become The form of my intent . I'll ferve this Duke ; Thou fhalt prefent me as an eunuch to him ...
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... I'll ride home to - morrow , Sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight . Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . O , had I ...
... I'll ride home to - morrow , Sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight . Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had beftowed that time in the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . O , had I ...
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... I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one 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 ...
... I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one 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 ...
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... I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mourn'st thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I think his foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to ...
... I'll bide your proof . Clo . Good Madona , why mourn'st thou ? Oli . Good fool , for my brother's death . Clo . I think his foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to ...
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... I'll none of it . Defire him not to flatter with his Lord , Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reafons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam , I will ...
... I'll none of it . Defire him not to flatter with his Lord , Nor hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reafons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam , I will ...
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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 |
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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.