The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... look how imagination blows him . Mal . Having been three months married to her , fitting in my ftate- Sir To . O for a ftone - bow , to hit him in the eye ! Mal . Calling my officers about me , in my branch'd velvet gown ; having come ...
... look how imagination blows him . Mal . Having been three months married to her , fitting in my ftate- Sir To . O for a ftone - bow , to hit him in the eye ! Mal . Calling my officers about me , in my branch'd velvet gown ; having come ...
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... looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon , Than love that would feem hid : love's night is noon . Cefario , by the rofes of the spring , By maidhood , honour , truth , and every ...
... looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip ! A murd'rous guilt fhews not itself more foon , Than love that would feem hid : love's night is noon . Cefario , by the rofes of the spring , By maidhood , honour , truth , and every ...
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... look'd for at your hand , and this was baulkt . The double gilt of this opportu- nity you let time wafh off , and you are now fail'd into the north of my Lady's opinion ; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard , un ...
... look'd for at your hand , and this was baulkt . The double gilt of this opportu- nity you let time wafh off , and you are now fail'd into the north of my Lady's opinion ; where you will hang like an ificle on a Dutchman's beard , un ...
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... Look where the youngest wren of nine comes . Mar. If you defire the spleen , and will laugh yourselves into stitches , follow me : yond gull Mal- volio is turned Heathen , a very renegado ; for there is no Chriftian , that means to be ...
... Look where the youngest wren of nine comes . Mar. If you defire the spleen , and will laugh yourselves into stitches , follow me : yond gull Mal- volio is turned Heathen , a very renegado ; for there is no Chriftian , that means to be ...
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... look'd to . Where's my uncle Toby ? let fome of my people have a special care of him ; I would not have him mifcarry for half of my dowry . [ Exit . SCENE VIII . Mal . Oh , oh ! do you come near me now ? no worse man than Sir Toby to look ...
... look'd to . Where's my uncle Toby ? let fome of my people have a special care of him ; I would not have him mifcarry for half of my dowry . [ Exit . SCENE VIII . Mal . Oh , oh ! do you come near me now ? no worse man than Sir Toby to look ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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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.