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Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this
always — that a man is never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a
place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed .
Laun . Forswear not thyself , sweet youth ; for I am not welcome . I reckon this
always — that a man is never undone , till he be hanged ; nor never welcome to a
place , till some certain shot be paid , and the hostess say , welcome . Speed .
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Laun . Why , stand under and understand is all one . Speed . But tell me true , will
' t be a match ? Laun . Ask my dog : if he say , ay , it will ; if he say , no , it will ; if
he shake his tail , and say nothing , it will . Speed . The conclusion is then , that it
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Laun . Why , stand under and understand is all one . Speed . But tell me true , will
' t be a match ? Laun . Ask my dog : if he say , ay , it will ; if he say , no , it will ; if
he shake his tail , and say nothing , it will . Speed . The conclusion is then , that it
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Laun . I will try thee : Tell me this ; Who begotthee ? Speed . Marry , the son of my
grandfather 15 . Laun . O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy grandmother : this
proves that thou canst not read . Speed . Come , fool , come : try me in thy ...
Laun . I will try thee : Tell me this ; Who begotthee ? Speed . Marry , the son of my
grandfather 15 . Laun . O illiterate loiterer ! it was the son of thy grandmother : this
proves that thou canst not read . Speed . Come , fool , come : try me in thy ...
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Laun . Close at the heels of her virtues . Speed . Item , She is not to be kissed
fasting , in respect of her breath . Laun . Well , that fault may be mended with a
breakfast : Read on . Speed . Item , She hath a sweet mouth 18 . Laun . That
makes ...
Laun . Close at the heels of her virtues . Speed . Item , She is not to be kissed
fasting , in respect of her breath . Laun . Well , that fault may be mended with a
breakfast : Read on . Speed . Item , She hath a sweet mouth 18 . Laun . That
makes ...
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Laun . Of her tongue she cannot ; for that ' s writ down she is slow of : of her purse
she shall not ; for that I ' ll keep shut ; now of another thing she may ; and that
cannot I help . Well , proceed . Speed . Item , She hath more hair than wit 20 , and
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Laun . Of her tongue she cannot ; for that ' s writ down she is slow of : of her purse
she shall not ; for that I ' ll keep shut ; now of another thing she may ; and that
cannot I help . Well , proceed . Speed . Item , She hath more hair than wit 20 , and
...
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Seite 39 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Seite 81 - gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer a'Ction is In virtue than in vengeance. They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further.
Seite 47 - Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 89 - 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...
Seite 27 - And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : — Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o
Seite 62 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again...
Seite 82 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
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...
Seite 334 - 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 ! Duke.
Seite 102 - Shakspeare, must enjoy a part. For though the poet's matter nature be, His art doth give the fashion ; and, that he Who casts to write a living line, must sweat (Such as thine are) and strike the second heat Upon the Muses...
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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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