The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Band 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... twelve winters . Pardon , master . Ari . Pro . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins リ T Shall , for that vast of night that 10 ACT I. SCENE II . TEMPEST .
... twelve winters . Pardon , master . Ari . Pro . For this , be sure , to - night thou shalt have cramps , Side - stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins リ T Shall , for that vast of night that 10 ACT I. SCENE II . TEMPEST .
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... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; | Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have followed ...
... sure it waits upon Some god of the island . Sitting on a bank Weeping again the king my father's wreck , This music crept by me upon the waters ; | Allaying both their fury , and my passion , With its sweet air : thence I have followed ...
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... sure , the goddess To be inclined my way ! Fer . O , if a virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The Queen of Naples . Pro . Soft , sir : one word more.- — They are both in either's powers ; but this swift business I ...
... sure , the goddess To be inclined my way ! Fer . O , if a virgin , And your affection not gone forth , I'll make you The Queen of Naples . Pro . Soft , sir : one word more.- — They are both in either's powers ; but this swift business I ...
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... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honor , sir , I heard a hum- ming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shaked you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes opened ...
... sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions . Alon . Heard you this , Gonzalo ? Gon . Upon mine honor , sir , I heard a hum- ming , And that a strange one too , which did awake me : I shaked you , sir , and cried ; as mine eyes opened ...
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... sure , i ' the island . All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , This is a scurvy tune , too : But here's my comfort . Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! !! Cal . Do not torment me , pr'ythee ;. For my poor son . Gon ...
... sure , i ' the island . All wound with adders , who , with cloven tongues , This is a scurvy tune , too : But here's my comfort . Do hiss me into madness : -Lo ! now ! lo ! !! Cal . Do not torment me , pr'ythee ;. For my poor son . Gon ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.