The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 100
Seite
... NIGHT : or , WHAT YOU WILL . The MERRY WIVES of WINDSOR . The TAMING of the SHREW . The COMEDY of ERRORS . EDINBURGH : Printed by MARTIN & WOTHERSPOON . M. DCC.LXVII . 1 *********************** TWELFTH NIGHT : O R WHAT YOU WILL.
... NIGHT : or , WHAT YOU WILL . The MERRY WIVES of WINDSOR . The TAMING of the SHREW . The COMEDY of ERRORS . EDINBURGH : Printed by MARTIN & WOTHERSPOON . M. DCC.LXVII . 1 *********************** TWELFTH NIGHT : O R WHAT YOU WILL.
Seite 9
... wife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir ...
... wife take thee between her legs , and fpin it off . Sir And . Faith , I'll home to morrow , Sir Toby ; your neice will not be feen , or , if the be , it's four to one she'll none of me : the Duke himself here , hard by , wooes her . Sir ...
Seite 11
... wife . [ Exeunt . S CE NE VI . Changes to Olivia's Houfe . Enter Maria and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a briftle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang ...
... wife . [ Exeunt . S CE NE VI . Changes to Olivia's Houfe . Enter Maria and Clown . Mar. Nay , either tell me where thou hast been , or I will not open my lips fo wide as a briftle may enter , in way of thy excufe ; my Lady will hang ...
Seite 12
... wife man . For what fays Quinapalus , Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of ...
... wife man . For what fays Quinapalus , Better be a witty fool than a foolish wit . God bless thee , Lady ! Oli . Take the fool away . Clo . Do you not hear , fellows ? take away the Lady . Oli . Go to , y'are a dry fool ; I'll no more of ...
Seite 13
... wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no foel ...
... wife , doth ever make better the fool . Clo . God fend you , Sir , a fpeedy infirmity , for the better increasing your folly ! Sir Toby will be fworn , that I am no fox ; but he will not pass his word for twopence that you are no foel ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
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.