Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... father ? She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued . Mira . Prc . By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; Both , both , my girl ; But blessedly ...
... father ? She said thou wast my daughter ; and thy father Was duke of Milan ; and his only heir And princess no worse issued . Mira . Prc . By foul play , as thou say'st , were we heav'd thence ; Both , both , my girl ; But blessedly ...
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... father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -- But ' t is gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings ...
... father's wrack , This music crept by me upon the waters ; Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it , Or it hath drawn me rather : -- But ' t is gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings ...
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... father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wrack of all my friends , or this man's threats , To whom I am subdued , are but light to me , Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ' the earth ...
... father's loss , the weakness which I feel , The wrack of all my friends , or this man's threats , To whom I am subdued , are but light to me , Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o ' the earth ...
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... father's crabbed ; And he's compos'd of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work ; and says such Had ne'er like executor . I ...
... father's crabbed ; And he's compos'd of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs , and pile them up , Upon a sore injunction : My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work ; and says such Had ne'er like executor . I ...
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... father and a wise , Makes this place Paradise . [ Juno and Ceres whisper , and send Iris on em- ployment . Pro ... father's in some passion That works him strongly . Mira . : Never till this day , Saw I him touch'd with anger so ...
... father and a wise , Makes this place Paradise . [ Juno and Ceres whisper , and send Iris on em- ployment . Pro ... father's in some passion That works him strongly . Mira . : Never till this day , Saw I him touch'd with anger so ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Seite 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...