The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night |
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tis too borrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life , Tbat age , ach ,
penury , imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death
. " . This entire passage , terminating at “ howling , ” i 2 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE .
tis too borrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life , Tbat age , ach ,
penury , imprisonment Can lay on nature , is a paradise To what we fear of death
. " . This entire passage , terminating at “ howling , ” i 2 WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE .
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I fear me , it will make me scandaliz ' d . Luc . If you think so , then stay at home ,
and go not . Jul . Nay , that I will not . Luc . Then never dream on infamy , but go . .
If Proteus like your journey , when you come , No matter who ' s displeas ' d ...
I fear me , it will make me scandaliz ' d . Luc . If you think so , then stay at home ,
and go not . Jul . Nay , that I will not . Luc . Then never dream on infamy , but go . .
If Proteus like your journey , when you come , No matter who ' s displeas ' d ...
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Sil . Amen , amen ! go on , good Eglamour ! Out at the postern by the abbey wall ;
· I fear I am attended by some spies . · Egl . Fear not : the forest is not three
leagues off ; If we recover that , we are sure enough . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The
same .
Sil . Amen , amen ! go on , good Eglamour ! Out at the postern by the abbey wall ;
· I fear I am attended by some spies . · Egl . Fear not : the forest is not three
leagues off ; If we recover that , we are sure enough . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The
same .
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He shall see none to fear . Mar . A good lenten ? answer : I can tell thee where
that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good mistress Mary ? .
Mar . In the wars ; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery . Clo . Well ,
God ...
He shall see none to fear . Mar . A good lenten ? answer : I can tell thee where
that saying was born , of , I fear no colours . Clo . Where , good mistress Mary ? .
Mar . In the wars ; and that may you be bold to say in your foolery . Clo . Well ,
God ...
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Oli . Whither my lord ? — Cesario , husband , stay . Duke . Husband ! Oli . Ay ,
husband ; Can he that deny ? Duke . Her husband , sirrah ? No , my lord , not I .
Oli . Alas , it is the baseness of thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety 8 :
8 i ...
Oli . Whither my lord ? — Cesario , husband , stay . Duke . Husband ! Oli . Ay ,
husband ; Can he that deny ? Duke . Her husband , sirrah ? No , my lord , not I .
Oli . Alas , it is the baseness of thy fear , That makes thee strangle thy propriety 8 :
8 i ...
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Seite 81 - By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms ; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid (Weak masters though ye be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And...
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| Titel | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Life of Shakespeare. Seven ages of man [illus.] Will. Commendatory verses. Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night Band 1 von The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Illustriert von | Thomas Stothard |
| Verlag | C. Whittingham, 1826 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 29. Dez. 2006 |
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