The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... 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 you ? Vio ...
... 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 you ? Vio ...
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... office , as to know of the knight what my offence to him is : it is fomething of my negligence , nothing of my purpose . Sir To . I will do fo . Signior Fabian , ftay you by this gentleman ' till my return . [ Exit Sir Toby . Vio . Pray ...
... office , as to know of the knight what my offence to him is : it is fomething of my negligence , nothing of my purpose . Sir To . I will do fo . Signior Fabian , ftay you by this gentleman ' till my return . [ Exit Sir Toby . Vio . Pray ...
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... Offic . This is the man ; do thy office . 2 Offic . Antonio , I arreft thee at the fuit of Duke Orfino . Ant . You do mistake me , Sir . Offic . No , Sir , no jot ; I know your favour well , Tho ' now you have no fea - cap on Sc . 14 ...
... Offic . This is the man ; do thy office . 2 Offic . Antonio , I arreft thee at the fuit of Duke Orfino . Ant . You do mistake me , Sir . Offic . No , Sir , no jot ; I know your favour well , Tho ' now you have no fea - cap on Sc . 14 ...
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... Offic . Come , Sir , away . Ant . I must intreat of you fome of that money . Vio . What money , Sir ? For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here , And part being prompted by your present trouble , Out of my lean and low ability I'll ...
... Offic . Come , Sir , away . Ant . I must intreat of you fome of that money . Vio . What money , Sir ? For the fair kindness you have fhew'd me here , And part being prompted by your present trouble , Out of my lean and low ability I'll ...
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... Offic . The man grows mad , away with him . -Come , come , Sir . Ant . Lead me on . [ Exit Antonio with Officers . Vio . Methinks his words do from fuch pallion fly , That he believes himself - so do not I. Prove true , imagination , oh ...
... Offic . The man grows mad , away with him . -Come , come , Sir . Ant . Lead me on . [ Exit Antonio with Officers . Vio . Methinks his words do from fuch pallion fly , That he believes himself - so do not I. Prove true , imagination , oh ...
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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.