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... heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will fhe love , when the rich golden fhaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe That live in her ? when liver , brain , and heart , Three fov'reign ...
... heart of that fine frame , To pay this debt of love but to a brother , How will fhe love , when the rich golden fhaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections elfe That live in her ? when liver , brain , and heart , Three fov'reign ...
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... heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I have ...
... heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , Sir . Sir And . Why , I think fo : I am not such an afs but I can keep my hand dry . But what's your jeft ? Mar. A dry jeft , Sir . Sir And . Are you full of them ? Mar. Ay , Sir , I have ...
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... heart * . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! - SCENE V. Changes to the Palace . -excellent . [ Exeunt . Enter Valentine , and Viola in Man's Attire . Val . If the Duke continue ...
... heart * . Sir To . No , Sir , it is legs and thighs . Let me fee thee caper ; ha ! higher : ha , ha ! - SCENE V. Changes to the Palace . -excellent . [ Exeunt . Enter Valentine , and Viola in Man's Attire . Val . If the Duke continue ...
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... heart ; and yet , by the very fangs of malice , I fwear , I am not that I play . Are you the lady of the houfe ? Oli . If I do not ufurp myself , I am .. Vio . Moft certain , if you are fhe , you do ufurp yourfelf ; for what is yours to ...
... heart ; and yet , by the very fangs of malice , I fwear , I am not that I play . Are you the lady of the houfe ? Oli . If I do not ufurp myself , I am .. Vio . Moft certain , if you are fhe , you do ufurp yourfelf ; for what is yours to ...
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... heart . Oli . O , I have read it ; it is herefy . Have you : no more to fay ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commitlion from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text ; but we will ...
... heart . Oli . O , I have read it ; it is herefy . Have you : no more to fay ? Vio . Good Madam , let me fee your face . Oli . Have you any commitlion from your Lord to negotiate with my face ? you are now out of your text ; but we will ...
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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.