Merry wives of Windsor ; Measure for measure ; Midsummer night's dreamBradbury, Agnew, and Company, 1866 |
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... hangs a tale ; -good faith , it is such another Nan ; -but , I detest , an honest maid as ever broke bread ; -we had an hour's talk of that wart ; -I shall never laugh but in that maid's company ! But , indeed , she is given too much to ...
... hangs a tale ; -good faith , it is such another Nan ; -but , I detest , an honest maid as ever broke bread ; -we had an hour's talk of that wart ; -I shall never laugh but in that maid's company ! But , indeed , she is given too much to ...
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... , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles SC . I. 23 OF WINDSOR .
... , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the honour . What is it ? -dispense with trifles SC . I. 23 OF WINDSOR .
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... Hang ' em , slaves ; I do not think the knight would offer it : but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men : very rogues , now they be out of service . Ford . Were they his men ? Page ...
... Hang ' em , slaves ; I do not think the knight would offer it : but these that accuse him in his intent towards our wives are a yoke of his discarded men : very rogues , now they be out of service . Ford . Were they his men ? Page ...
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... hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go - A short knife and a throng ; -to your manor of Pickt - hatch , go . - You'll not bear a letter for me , you rogue ! -You stand upon your honour ! -Why , thou unconfinable baseness ...
... hang no more about me , I am no gibbet for you : -go - A short knife and a throng ; -to your manor of Pickt - hatch , go . - You'll not bear a letter for me , you rogue ! -You stand upon your honour ! -Why , thou unconfinable baseness ...
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... Hang him , mechanical salt - butter rogue ! I will stare him out of his wits ; I will awe him with my cudgel : it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns . Master Brook , thou shalt know I will predominate over the peasant ...
... Hang him , mechanical salt - butter rogue ! I will stare him out of his wits ; I will awe him with my cudgel : it shall hang like a meteor o'er the cuckold's horns . Master Brook , thou shalt know I will predominate over the peasant ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Athens BARDOLPH Barnardine bawd better brother Caius Claud Claudio death Demetrius doth Duke Egeus Enter Mistress Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy Falstaff father fear Fent friar Froth gentle gentleman give grace hang hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Herne the hunter Hippolyta hither honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Isab Isabel ISABELLA knave knog lion look lord Angelo Lucio Lysander maid marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Ford master Slender mistress Anne mistress Ford moon never night OBERON oman pardon PHILOSTRATE Pist Pompey pray prison Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quick Quin Re-enter Rugby SCENE Shal SHALLOW Sir HUGH EVANS sir John sir John Falstaff sleep Slen speak sweet tell thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow warrant What's wife Windsor woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 128 - 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 4.
Seite 220 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 146 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprisoned in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Seite 220 - That very time I saw, but thou couldst not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd : a certain aim he took At a fair vestal throned by the west, And...
Seite 219 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 262 - That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That, if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or, in the night, imagining some fear,...
Seite 223 - I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows ; Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine...
Seite 262 - More strange than true. I never may believe These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact...
Seite 146 - 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 215 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.