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... I'll write thee a challenge : or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth . Mar. Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur ...
... I'll write thee a challenge : or I'll deliver thy indignation to him by word of mouth . Mar. Sweet Sir Toby , be patient for to - night ; fince the youth of the Duke's was to day with my Lady , fhe is much out of quiet . For Monfieur ...
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... I'll come ; if I lofe a fcruple of this fport , let me be boil'd to death with melancholy . Sir To . Would't thou not be glad to have the niggardly rafcally fheep - biter come by fome notable fhame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know ...
... I'll come ; if I lofe a fcruple of this fport , let me be boil'd to death with melancholy . Sir To . Would't thou not be glad to have the niggardly rafcally fheep - biter come by fome notable fhame ? Fab . I would exult , man : you know ...
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... I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio . By my troth , I'll tell thee , I am almoft fick for one , though I would not have it grow on my chin ...
... I'll no more with thee . Hold , there's expences for thee . Clo . Now Jove , in his next commodity of hair , fend thee a beard ! Vio . By my troth , I'll tell thee , I am almoft fick for one , though I would not have it grow on my chin ...
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... I'll get ' em all three ready . Oli . Let the garden door be fhut , and leave me to my hearing . [ Excunt Sir Toby , Sir Andrew , and Maria . SCENE Give me your hand , Sir . III . Vio . My duty , Madam , and moft humble fervice . Oli ...
... I'll get ' em all three ready . Oli . Let the garden door be fhut , and leave me to my hearing . [ Excunt Sir Toby , Sir Andrew , and Maria . SCENE Give me your hand , Sir . III . Vio . My duty , Madam , and moft humble fervice . Oli ...
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... I'll not stay a jót longer . Sir To . Thy reafon , dear venom , give thy reafon . Fab . You must needs yield your reafon , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Marry , I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's fervant man , than ever fhe bestow ...
... I'll not stay a jót longer . Sir To . Thy reafon , dear venom , give thy reafon . Fab . You must needs yield your reafon , Sir Andrew . Sir And . Marry , I faw your niece do more favours to the Duke's fervant man , than ever fhe bestow ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 29 - 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. Was not this love indeed? We...
Seite 239 - 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 3 - 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 sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.