The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Band 3 |
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... Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or ...
... Whose sudden fight hath thrall'd my wounded eye . Enter Biondello . Here comes the rogue . Sirrah , where have you been ? Bion . Where have I been ? nay , how now , where are you ? mafter , has my fellow Tranio ftoll'n your cloaths , or ...
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... horn Curtis had ; there- fore he alters it to my horn . But the common reading is right , and the meaning is that he had made Curtis a cuckold . WARBURTON . tress , tress , whose hand , fhe being now at hand бо THE TAMING.
... horn Curtis had ; there- fore he alters it to my horn . But the common reading is right , and the meaning is that he had made Curtis a cuckold . WARBURTON . tress , tress , whose hand , fhe being now at hand бо THE TAMING.
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. tress , whose hand , fhe being now at hand , thou fhalt foon feel to thy cold comfort , for being flow in thy hot office . Curt . I pr'ythee , good Grumio , tell me , how goes the world ? Gru . A cold ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. tress , whose hand , fhe being now at hand , thou fhalt foon feel to thy cold comfort , for being flow in thy hot office . Curt . I pr'ythee , good Grumio , tell me , how goes the world ? Gru . A cold ...
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... Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger ftate , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is dross , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with intrufion Infect thy ...
... Whose weakness , marry'd to thy ftronger ftate , Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate ; If aught poffefs thee from me , it is dross , Ufurping ivy , brier , or idle mofs ; Who , all for want of pruning , with intrufion Infect thy ...
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... Whose beard they have fing'd off with brands of fire ; And ever as it blaz'd , they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair ; My mafter preaches patience to him , and the while His man with fciffars nicks him like a ...
... Whose beard they have fing'd off with brands of fire ; And ever as it blaz'd , they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair ; My mafter preaches patience to him , and the while His man with fciffars nicks him like a ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt anſwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid faſhion father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houſe huſband itſelf John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 503 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 95 - 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; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.