The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not understand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin , at your gate ,. And call upon my foul within ...
... master's flame , With fuch a fuff'ring , fuch a deadly life , In your denial I would find no fenfe : I would not understand it . Oli . Why , what would you do ? Vio . Make me a willow cabin , at your gate ,. And call upon my foul within ...
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... master , not myself , lacks recompence . Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my ...
... master , not myself , lacks recompence . Love make his heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my ...
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... master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ! ) What thriftless fighs fhall poor Olivia breathe ? O time , thou muft untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t'unty . SCENE HI . Changes to Olivia's House , Enter Sir ...
... master's love ; As I am woman , ( now , alas the day ! ) What thriftless fighs fhall poor Olivia breathe ? O time , thou muft untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t'unty . SCENE HI . Changes to Olivia's House , Enter Sir ...
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... master , as with my mistress : I think I saw your wifdom there . Vio : Nay , an thou pass upon me , I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio ...
... master , as with my mistress : I think I saw your wifdom there . Vio : Nay , an thou pass upon me , I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio ...
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... master's grief . [ bears , Oli . Here , wear this jewel for me , ' tis my picture : Refufe it not , it hath no tongue to vex you : And , I befeech you , come again to - morrow . What fhall you afk of me that I'll deny , That , honour ...
... master's grief . [ bears , Oli . Here , wear this jewel for me , ' tis my picture : Refufe it not , it hath no tongue to vex you : And , I befeech you , come again to - morrow . What fhall you afk of me that I'll deny , That , honour ...
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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.