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... , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil and he 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & I.
... , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To . Let him be the devil and he 14 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & I.
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William Shakespeare. Sir To . Let him be the devil and he will , I care not : give me faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught ...
William Shakespeare. Sir To . Let him be the devil and he will , I care not : give me faith , fay I. Well , ' tis all one . [ Exit . Oli . What's a drunken man like , fool ? Clo . Like a drown'd man , a fool , and a mad- man one draught ...
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... devil , you are fair . My Lord and mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans ...
... devil , you are fair . My Lord and mafter loves you :, O , fuch love Could be but recompens'd , tho ' you were crown'd The non - pareil of beauty ! Oli . How does he love me ? Vio . With adorations , with fertile tears , With groans ...
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... devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affection'd * afs , that cons state without book , and utters it by great fwaths ; the best perfuaded of himself ; fo cram'd , as he thinks , with ...
... devil a Puritan that he is , or any thing conftantly but a time - pleafer ; an affection'd * afs , that cons state without book , and utters it by great fwaths ; the best perfuaded of himself ; fo cram'd , as he thinks , with ...
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... devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III .. SCENE I. SA Olivia's Garden . Enter Viola and Clown . Viola . Ave thee , friend , and thy mufic . Doft thou live by thy tabor ? + Mr Stevens fuppofes tray - trip to have ...
... devil of wit ! Sir And . I'll make one too . [ Exeunt . ACT III .. SCENE I. SA Olivia's Garden . Enter Viola and Clown . Viola . Ave thee , friend , and thy mufic . Doft thou live by thy tabor ? + Mr Stevens fuppofes tray - trip to have ...
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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
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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.