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... hour . Ant . To th ' Elephant . Seb . I do remember . SCENE [ Exeunta VII . Changes to Olivia's House .. Enter Olivia , and Maria . Oli . I have fent after him ; he fays he'll come ; - How fhall I feaft him ? what beftow on him ? For ...
... hour . Ant . To th ' Elephant . Seb . I do remember . SCENE [ Exeunta VII . Changes to Olivia's House .. Enter Olivia , and Maria . Oli . I have fent after him ; he fays he'll come ; - How fhall I feaft him ? what beftow on him ? For ...
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... hour before . Vio . How can this be ? Duke . When came he to this town ? Ant . To - day , my Lord ; and for three months before , No interim , not a minute's vacancy . Both day and night did we keep company . S CE NE III . Enter Olivia ...
... hour before . Vio . How can this be ? Duke . When came he to this town ? Ant . To - day , my Lord ; and for three months before , No interim , not a minute's vacancy . Both day and night did we keep company . S CE NE III . Enter Olivia ...
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... hours . Duke . O thou diffembling cub ! what wilt thou be , When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe ? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow , That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow ? Farewell , and take her ; but direct ...
... hours . Duke . O thou diffembling cub ! what wilt thou be , When time hath fow'd a grizzel on thy cafe ? Or will not elfe thy craft fo quickly grow , That thine own trip fhall be thine overthrow ? Farewell , and take her ; but direct ...
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... hour agone ; his eyes were fet at eight i'th ' morning . Sir To . Then he's a rogue , and a paft - measure Painim ... hours rack'd and tortur'd me Since I have lost thee ? Ant . Sebaftian are you ? Seb . Fear it thou that , Antonio ! Ant ...
... hour agone ; his eyes were fet at eight i'th ' morning . Sir To . Then he's a rogue , and a paft - measure Painim ... hours rack'd and tortur'd me Since I have lost thee ? Ant . Sebaftian are you ? Seb . Fear it thou that , Antonio ! Ant ...
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... hour , Which I have wond'red at . In hope it shall not , Moft freely I confefs myself and Sir Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon fome ftubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him . Maria writ The letter at ...
... hour , Which I have wond'red at . In hope it shall not , Moft freely I confefs myself and Sir Toby Set this device against Malvolio here , Upon fome ftubborn and uncourteous parts We had conceiv'd against him . Maria writ The letter at ...
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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.