The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes , yet my state is well : - I am a gentleman.I'll ...
... heart of flint that you fhall love ; And let your fervour , like my master's , be Plac'd in contempt ! farewell , fair cruelty . [ Exit . Oli . What is your parentage ? Above my fortunes , yet my state is well : - I am a gentleman.I'll ...
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... hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For fuch as we are made , if such we be . How will this fadge ? my mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to ...
... hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For fuch as we are made , if such we be . How will this fadge ? my mafter loves her dearly , And I , poor monfter , fond as much on him ; And fhe mistaken feems to ...
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... hearts ? did you never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath ...
... hearts ? did you never see the picture of we three ? Sir To . Welcome , afs , now let's have a catch . Sir And . By my troth , the fool has an excellent breast . I had rather than forty fhillings I had fuch a leg , and fo fweet a breath ...
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... interjection of contempt , which Sir Thomas More's lady is recorded to have had very often in her mouth . Johnson . * i . e . Coblers catches . Revifal . 1 VOL . III . C Sir To . Farewell , dear heart , fince I ' Sc . 4 . 25 WHAT YOU WILL .
... interjection of contempt , which Sir Thomas More's lady is recorded to have had very often in her mouth . Johnson . * i . e . Coblers catches . Revifal . 1 VOL . III . C Sir To . Farewell , dear heart , fince I ' Sc . 4 . 25 WHAT YOU WILL .
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William Shakespeare. Sir To . Farewell , dear heart , fince I must needs be gone . Mal . Nay , good Sir Toby . " Clo . His eyes do fhew , his days are almost done . Mal . Is't even fo ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby ...
William Shakespeare. Sir To . Farewell , dear heart , fince I must needs be gone . Mal . Nay , good Sir Toby . " Clo . His eyes do fhew , his days are almost done . Mal . Is't even fo ? Sir To . But I will never die . Clo . Sir Toby ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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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.