The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 6-10 von 59
Seite 23
... thou know'ft , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to ... art a fcholar , let us therefore eat and drink . Maria ! I fay ! - -a stoop ... thou waft in very gracious fooling laft night , when thou spok'ft of ...
... thou know'ft , - Sir And . Nay , by my troth , I know not : but I know , to ... art a fcholar , let us therefore eat and drink . Maria ! I fay ! - -a stoop ... thou waft in very gracious fooling laft night , when thou spok'ft of ...
Seite 26
... art thou any more than a steward ? doft thou think , because thou art virtuous , there fhall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by St Anne ; and ginger fhall be hot i ' th ' mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i ' th ' right . - Go , Sir ...
... art thou any more than a steward ? doft thou think , because thou art virtuous , there fhall be no more cakes and ale ? Clo . Yes , by St Anne ; and ginger fhall be hot i ' th ' mouth too . Sir To . Thou'rt i ' th ' right . - Go , Sir ...
Seite 29
... thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the feat Where love is thron'd . Duke . Thou doft speak masterly . My life upon't , young tho ' thou art , thine eye Hath ftaid upon fome favour that it loves : Hath it not , boy ? Vio ...
... thou like this tune ? Vio . It gives a very echo to the feat Where love is thron'd . Duke . Thou doft speak masterly . My life upon't , young tho ' thou art , thine eye Hath ftaid upon fome favour that it loves : Hath it not , boy ? Vio ...
Seite 36
... Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and fpirit embrace them ; and to inure thy- Self to what thou art like to be , caft thy humble flough , and appear fresh . Be opposite with a kinf- man , furly with fervants : let thy tongue ...
... Thy fates open their hands , let thy blood and fpirit embrace them ; and to inure thy- Self to what thou art like to be , caft thy humble flough , and appear fresh . Be opposite with a kinf- man , furly with fervants : let thy tongue ...
Seite 38
... Art thou a churchman ? Clo . No fuch matter , Sir ; I do live by the church ; for I do live at my house , and my house doth ftand by the church . Vio . So thou may't fay the king lyes by a beg- gar , if a beggar dwell near him ; or the ...
... Art thou a churchman ? Clo . No fuch matter , Sir ; I do live by the church ; for I do live at my house , and my house doth ftand by the church . Vio . So thou may't fay the king lyes by a beg- gar , if a beggar dwell near him ; or the ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
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.