Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number sav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
... poor brother ! and so , perchance , may he be . Cap . True , madam : and , to comfort you with chance , Assure yourself , after our ship did split , When you , and that poor number sav'd with you , Hung on our driving boat , I saw your ...
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... poor monster , fond as much on him ; 81 And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
... poor monster , fond as much on him ; 81 And she , mistaken , seems to dote on me : What will become of this ? As I am man , My state is desperate for my master's love ; As I am woman , now alas the day ! What thriftless sighs shall poor ...
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... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O ! where Sad true - love never find my grave ,. To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in ...
... poor corpse , where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O ! where Sad true - love never find my grave ,. To weep there . Duke . There's for thy pains . Clo . No pains , sir ; I take pleasure in ...
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... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grice ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . 130 Oli . Why then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again : O ...
... poor heart : So let me hear you speak . Vio . I pity you . Oli . That's a degree to love . Vio . No , not a grice ; for ' tis a vulgar proof , That very oft we pity enemies . 130 Oli . Why then , methinks , ' tis time to smile again : O ...
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... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : - Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! 61 Oli . Nay , come , I ...
... poor heart of mine in thee . Seb . What relish is in this ? how runs the stream ? Or I am mad , or else this is a dream : - Let fancy still my sense in Lethe steep ; If it be thus to dream , still let me sleep ! 61 Oli . Nay , come , I ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Seite 43 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 77 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Seite 75 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 5 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 102 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Seite 33 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.