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I am glad to see your worships well : I thank you for my venison , master Shallow .
Shal . Master Page , I am glad to see you ; Much good do it your good heart ! I
wish'd your venison better ; it was ill kill'd : ~ How doth good mistress Page ?
I am glad to see your worships well : I thank you for my venison , master Shallow .
Shal . Master Page , I am glad to see you ; Much good do it your good heart ! I
wish'd your venison better ; it was ill kill'd : ~ How doth good mistress Page ?
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E.reunt all but Shallow , Slender and Evans . Slen . I had rather than forty
shillings , I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here :Enter SIMPLE . you ? How
now , Simple ! where have you been ? I must wait on myself , must I ? You have
not The ...
E.reunt all but Shallow , Slender and Evans . Slen . I had rather than forty
shillings , I had my book of Songs and Sonnets here :Enter SIMPLE . you ? How
now , Simple ! where have you been ? I must wait on myself , must I ? You have
not The ...
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I will not be absence at [ Exeunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans . Anne . Will't please
your worship to come in , sir ? Slen . No , I thank you , forsooth , heartily ; I am the
grace . very well . 1 Anne . The dinner attends you , sir . Slen . I am not a - hungry
...
I will not be absence at [ Exeunt Shallow and Sir H. Evans . Anne . Will't please
your worship to come in , sir ? Slen . No , I thank you , forsooth , heartily ; I am the
grace . very well . 1 Anne . The dinner attends you , sir . Slen . I am not a - hungry
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He is the wiser man , master doctor : he is a curer of souls , and you a curer of
bodies ; if you should fight , you go against the hair of your professions : is it not
true , master Page ? Page . Master Shallow , you have yourself been a great
fighter ...
He is the wiser man , master doctor : he is a curer of souls , and you a curer of
bodies ; if you should fight , you go against the hair of your professions : is it not
true , master Page ? Page . Master Shallow , you have yourself been a great
fighter ...
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To shallow rivers , to whose falls 62 Melodious birds sing madrigals ; There will
we make our peds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies . To shallow ' Mercy
on me ! I have a great dispositions to cry . Melodious birds sing madrigals ;When
...
To shallow rivers , to whose falls 62 Melodious birds sing madrigals ; There will
we make our peds of roses , And a thousand fragrant posies . To shallow ' Mercy
on me ! I have a great dispositions to cry . Melodious birds sing madrigals ;When
...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Angelo Anne answer bear believe better bring brother Caius Claudio comes death desire devil doth Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fault fear follow fool Ford friar give grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour hope Host humour husband I'll Isab JOHNSON justice keep kind knight lady leave live look lord Lucio maid Malvolio marry master means mind mistress nature never Page pardon peace play poor pray prison Prov Provost Quick quickly reason SCENE seems Shal Shallow sir John Sir Toby Slen Slender soul speak stand STEEVENS sure sweet tell thank thee there's thing thou art true warrant What's wife woman young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 139 - 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.
Seite 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 176 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Seite 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Seite 369 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Seite 293 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Seite 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Ausgabe 2 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 3. Jan. 2007 |
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