The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... foul : Therefore , good youth , addrefs thy gait unto her ; Be not deny'd accefs , ftand at her doors , And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow , ' Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble Lord , If the be fo abandon'd to ...
... foul : Therefore , good youth , addrefs thy gait unto her ; Be not deny'd accefs , ftand at her doors , And tell them , there thy fixed foot fhall grow , ' Till thou have audience . Vio . Sure , my noble Lord , If the be fo abandon'd to ...
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... foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n . Take away the fool , gentlemen . Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ...
... foul is in hell , Madona . Oli . I know his foul is in heav'n , fool . Clo . The more fool you , Madona , to mourn for your brother's foul being in heav'n . Take away the fool , gentlemen . Oli . What think you of this fool , Malvolio ...
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... foul within the houfe ; Write loyal canto's of contemned love , And fing them loud even in the dead of night : Hollow your name to the reverberant hills , And make the babling goslip of the air Cry out , Olivia ! O , you fhould not reft ...
... foul within the houfe ; Write loyal canto's of contemned love , And fing them loud even in the dead of night : Hollow your name to the reverberant hills , And make the babling goslip of the air Cry out , Olivia ! O , you fhould not reft ...
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... foul way out . Sir To . Send for money , knight ; if thou haft her not i ' th ' end , call me Cut . Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come , I'll go burn fome fack ; ' tis . too late to go ...
... foul way out . Sir To . Send for money , knight ; if thou haft her not i ' th ' end , call me Cut . Sir And . If I do not , never trust me , take it how you will . Sir To . Come , come , I'll go burn fome fack ; ' tis . too late to go ...
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... foul . Vio . But if he cannot love you , Sir- Duke . I cannot be fo anfwer'd .. Vio . Sooth , but you must . Say , that fome Lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you ...
... foul . Vio . But if he cannot love you , Sir- Duke . I cannot be fo anfwer'd .. Vio . Sooth , but you must . Say , that fome Lady , as , perhaps , there is , Hath for your love as great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia : you ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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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.