The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... these boots too ; an they be not , let them hang themselves in their own ftraps . Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday , and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here , to be ...
... these boots too ; an they be not , let them hang themselves in their own ftraps . Mar. That quaffing and drinking will undo you : I heard my lady talk of it yesterday , and of a foolish knight that you brought in one night here , to be ...
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... these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What , is thy excellence in a galliard , knight ? Sir And . Faith ...
... these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What , is thy excellence in a galliard , knight ? Sir And . Faith ...
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... these favours towards you , Cefario , you are like to be much advanc'd ; he hath known you but three days , and already you are no ftranger . Vio . You either fear his humour , or my negli gence , that you call in queftion the ...
... these favours towards you , Cefario , you are like to be much advanc'd ; he hath known you but three days , and already you are no ftranger . Vio . You either fear his humour , or my negli gence , that you call in queftion the ...
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... these wife men , that crow fo at these fet kind of fools , no better than the fools ' Zanies . Oli . O , you are fick of felf - love , Malvolio , and tafte with a distemper'd appetite . To be generous , guiltless , and of free ...
... these wife men , that crow fo at these fet kind of fools , no better than the fools ' Zanies . Oli . O , you are fick of felf - love , Malvolio , and tafte with a distemper'd appetite . To be generous , guiltless , and of free ...
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... these pickle herring ! how now , fot ? Clo . Good Sir Toby , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To ...
... these pickle herring ! how now , fot ? Clo . Good Sir Toby , Oli . Uncle , uncle , how have you come fo early by this lethargy ? Sir To . Letchery ! I defy letchery : there's one at the gate . Oli . Ay , marry , what is he ? Sir To ...
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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.