The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . O , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And Why , would that have mended my hair 8 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & F.
... the tongues that I have in fencing , dancing , and bear - baiting . O , had I but follow'd the arts ! Sir To . Then hadft thou had an excellent head of hair . Sir And Why , would that have mended my hair 8 TWELFTH - NIGHT : or , A & F.
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... follows her . What fhould I think on't ? Sir To . Here's an over - weening rogue . Fab . O , peace : contemplation makes a rare tur- key - cock of him ; how he jets under his advanc'd plums ! Sir And : ' Slife , I could fo beat the ...
... follows her . What fhould I think on't ? Sir To . Here's an over - weening rogue . Fab . O , peace : contemplation makes a rare tur- key - cock of him ; how he jets under his advanc'd plums ! Sir And : ' Slife , I could fo beat the ...
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... follows ? the number's alter'd no man must know - if this should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal . I may command , where I adore ; But filence , like a Lucrece knife , With bleedlefs ftroke my heart doth ...
... follows ? the number's alter'd no man must know - if this should be thee , Malvolio ? Sir To . Marry , hang thee , brock ! Mal . I may command , where I adore ; But filence , like a Lucrece knife , With bleedlefs ftroke my heart doth ...
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... follow , but O does . Fab . And 0 + fhall end , I hope . Sir To . Ay , or I'll cudgel him , and make him cry , O ... follows profe ---- If this fall into thy hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee , but Formal , for common ...
... follow , but O does . Fab . And 0 + fhall end , I hope . Sir To . Ay , or I'll cudgel him , and make him cry , O ... follows profe ---- If this fall into thy hand , revolve . In my stars I am above thee , but Formal , for common ...
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... follow me . Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , thou most ex- cellent 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 ...
... follow me . Sir To . To the gates of Tartar , thou most ex- cellent 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 ...
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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.