The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think ...
... Peace , you rogue , no more o ' that ; here comes my Lady ; make your excufe wifely , you were beft . [ Exit . SCENE VII . Enter Olivia , and Malvalio . Clo . Wit , an't be thy will , put me into good fooling ! thofe wits that think ...
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... 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 I would , are as fecret as maiden - head : to your ...
... 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 I would , are as fecret as maiden - head : to your ...
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... peace , thou knave , knight . I fhall be constrain'd in't , to call thee knave , knight . Sir And . ' Tis not the first time I have constrain- ed one to call me knave . Begin , fool ; it begins , Hold thy peace . Clo . I fhall never ...
... peace , thou knave , knight . I fhall be constrain'd in't , to call thee knave , knight . Sir And . ' Tis not the first time I have constrain- ed one to call me knave . Begin , fool ; it begins , Hold thy peace . Clo . I fhall never ...
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... peace . Enter Malvolio . Mal . My mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? have you no wit , manners , nor honefty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? do ye make an alehouse of my Lady's house , that ye fqueak out your ...
... peace . Enter Malvolio . Mal . My mafters , are you mad ? or what are you ? have you no wit , manners , nor honefty , but to gabble like tinkers at this time of night ? do ye make an alehouse of my Lady's house , that ye fqueak out your ...
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... Peace , I fay . Mal . To be Count Malvolio , - Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Pistol him , pistol him . Sir To . Peace , peace . Mal . There is example for't : the Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir And . Fie ...
... Peace , I fay . Mal . To be Count Malvolio , - Sir To . Ah , rogue ! Sir And . Pistol him , pistol him . Sir To . Peace , peace . Mal . There is example for't : the Lady of the Strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe . Sir And . Fie ...
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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
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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.