The Plays of William Shakespeare. In Ten Volumes: Measure for measure ; Comedy of errors ; Much ado about nothing ; Love's labour's lostC. Bathurst, J. Beecroft, W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Hinton, L. Davis, Hawes, Clarke and Collins, R. Horsfield, W. Johnston, W. Owen, T. Caslon, E. Johnson, S. Crowder, B. White, T. Longman, B. Law, E. and C. Dilly, C. Corbett, W. Griffin, T. Cadell, W. Woodfall, G. Keith, T. Lowndes, T. Davies, J. Robson, T. Becket, F. Newbery, G. Robinson, T. Payne, J. Williams, M. Hingeston, and J. Ridley., 1773 |
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... laborare , anathema fit . " Another tells us of the foul of a monk faftened to a rock , which the winds were to blow about for a twelvemonth , and purge of its enor Ifab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet fifter 72 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
... laborare , anathema fit . " Another tells us of the foul of a monk faftened to a rock , which the winds were to blow about for a twelvemonth , and purge of its enor Ifab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet fifter 72 MEASURE FOR MEASURE .
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William Shakespeare. Ifab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet fifter , let me live : What fin you do to fave a brother's life , Nature difpenfes with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Ifab Oh , you beast ! Oh , faithlefs coward ! oh ...
William Shakespeare. Ifab . Alas ! alas ! Claud . Sweet fifter , let me live : What fin you do to fave a brother's life , Nature difpenfes with the deed so far , That it becomes a virtue . Ifab Oh , you beast ! Oh , faithlefs coward ! oh ...
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... Sweet Ifabel , do yet but kneel by me ; Hold up your hands , fay nothing , I'll speak all- They fay , beft men are moulded out of faults ; And , for the moft , become much more the better For being a little bad , fo may my husband . -Oh ...
... Sweet Ifabel , do yet but kneel by me ; Hold up your hands , fay nothing , I'll speak all- They fay , beft men are moulded out of faults ; And , for the moft , become much more the better For being a little bad , fo may my husband . -Oh ...
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... Sweet miftrefs , ( what your name is elfe , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine :) Lefs , in your knowledge , and your grace , you how not , Than our earth's wonder ; more than earth , divine . Teach me , dear creature ...
... Sweet miftrefs , ( what your name is elfe , I know not , Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine :) Lefs , in your knowledge , and your grace , you how not , Than our earth's wonder ; more than earth , divine . Teach me , dear creature ...
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... sweet , for I mean thee : 3 Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou haft no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , foft , fir , hold you ftill ; I'll fetch my fifter , to get her good - will . Enter ...
... sweet , for I mean thee : 3 Thee will I love , and with thee lead my life ; Thou haft no husband yet , nor I no wife : Give me thy hand . Luc . Oh , foft , fir , hold you ftill ; I'll fetch my fifter , to get her good - will . Enter ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt anfwer Angelo Antipholis Bawd Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Clown Coft Coftard defire Dogb doth Dromio Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit expreffion eyes fafe faid falfe fame fatire feems fenfe fent fhall fhew fhould fifter fignifies fignior fince firft flander fome fool foul fpeak fpeech friar ftand ftill fubject fuch fuppofe fure fweet grace hath hear heaven Hero himſelf honour houſe huſband Ifab jeft JOHNSON King lady lapwing lefs Leon Leonato lord Lucio mafter mean meaſure moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf obferved paffage Pedro perfon pleaſe Pompey pray prefent prifon prince Prov Provoft purpoſe reafon Shakeſpeare ſhall ſhe Sir Thomas Hanmer ſpeak STEEVENS tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue uſe WARBURTON whofe wife word worfe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 251 - Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself, And trust no agent; for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.
Seite 8 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 469 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Seite 23 - Stands at a guard with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Seite 419 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 422 - From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire ; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world...
Seite 8 - There is a history in all men's lives, Figuring the nature of the times deceased ; The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured. Such things become the hatch and brood of time...
Seite 344 - These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 42 - 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.
Seite 304 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...