The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical:H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
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Beat . Nor will you not tell me , who you are ? ' Not now . Beat . That'l'was
disdainful , and that I had my good Wit out of the ... Beat . I am sure , you know
him well enough . Bene . Notl , believe me . Beat . Did he never make you laugh
? Bene .
Beat . Nor will you not tell me , who you are ? ' Not now . Beat . That'l'was
disdainful , and that I had my good Wit out of the ... Beat . I am sure , you know
him well enough . Bene . Notl , believe me . Beat . Did he never make you laugh
? Bene .
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Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ;
I were but little happy , if I could fay how much . Lady , as you are mine , I am
yours : I give away my self for you , and doat upon the exchange . Beat .
Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue . Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ;
I were but little happy , if I could fay how much . Lady , as you are mine , I am
yours : I give away my self for you , and doat upon the exchange . Beat .
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Beat . Good morrow , sweet Hero . Hero . Why , how now ? do you speak in the
fick tune ? Beat . I am out of all other tune , methinks . Marg . Clap us into Light o
love ; that goes without a burden ; do you sing it , and I'll dance it . Beat .
Beat . Good morrow , sweet Hero . Hero . Why , how now ? do you speak in the
fick tune ? Beat . I am out of all other tune , methinks . Marg . Clap us into Light o
love ; that goes without a burden ; do you sing it , and I'll dance it . Beat .
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Beat . Yea , and I will weep a while longer . Bene . I will not desire that . Beat .
You have no reason , I do it freely . Bene . Surely , I do believe , your fair cousin is
wrong'd . Beat . Ah , how much might the man deserve of me , that would right her
!
Beat . Yea , and I will weep a while longer . Bene . I will not desire that . Beat .
You have no reason , I do it freely . Bene . Surely , I do believe , your fair cousin is
wrong'd . Beat . Ah , how much might the man deserve of me , that would right her
!
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Beatrice , Beat . In faith , I will go . Bene . We'll be friends first . Beat . You dare
easier be friends with me , than fight with mine enemy . Bene . Is Claudio thine
enemy ? Beat . Is he not approved in the height a villain , that hath sander'd ,
scorn'd ...
Beatrice , Beat . In faith , I will go . Bene . We'll be friends first . Beat . You dare
easier be friends with me , than fight with mine enemy . Bene . Is Claudio thine
enemy ? Beat . Is he not approved in the height a villain , that hath sander'd ,
scorn'd ...
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Seite 97 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 427 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Seite 91 - Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice. His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff : you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
Seite 186 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 97 - Yes, to smell pork ; to eat of the habitation which your prophet the Nazarite conjured the devil into. I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you, walk with you, and so following ; but I will not eat with you, drink with you, nor pray with you.
Seite 99 - You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold: moneys is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money ? is it possible A cur can lend three thousand ducats?
Seite 222 - 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 290 - Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...
Seite 149 - I will be bound to pay it ten times o'er, On forfeit of my hands, my head, my heart: If this will not suffice, it must appear That malice bears down truth. And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Seite 159 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood : If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: Teil 9,Band 2 von The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Mitwirkende | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Verlag | H. Lintott, C. Hitch, J. and R. Tonson, C. Corbet, R. and B. Wellington, J. Brindley, and E. New., 1740 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 12. Sept. 2007 |
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