The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... hold acquaintance with the waves , So long as I could fee . Vio . For faying fo , there's gold . Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy fpeech serves for authority , The like of him . Know'ft thou this country ? Cap . Ay ...
... hold acquaintance with the waves , So long as I could fee . Vio . For faying fo , there's gold . Mine own efcape unfoldeth to my hope , Whereto thy fpeech serves for authority , The like of him . Know'ft thou this country ? Cap . Ay ...
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... hold ; or , if both break , your gaskins fall . Clo . Apt , in good faith ; very apt well , go thy way , if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ...
... hold ; or , if both break , your gaskins fall . Clo . Apt , in good faith ; very apt well , go thy way , if Sir Toby would leave drinking , thou wert as witty a piece of Eve's flesh as any in Illyria . Mar. Peace , you rogue , no more o ...
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... hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , Madam , your uncle .. Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : what you will , to ...
... hold him in delay ? Mar. Sir Toby , Madam , your uncle .. Oli . Fetch him off , I pray you , he speaks nothing but madman : fy on him ! Go you , Malvolio ; if it be a fuit from the Count , I am fick , or not at home : what you will , to ...
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... 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 . The rudeness that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what ...
... 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 . The rudeness that hath appear'd in me , have I learn'd from my entertainment . What I am , and what ...
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... hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reafons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam , I will . [ Exit Oli . I do I know not what ; and fear to find Mine eye too ...
... hold him up with hopes ; I am not for him : If that the youth will come this way to - morrow , I'll give him reafons for't . Hie thee , Malvolio . Mal . Madam , I will . [ Exit Oli . I do I know not what ; and fear to find Mine eye too ...
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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.