The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I fhould your Lordship . Duke . And what's her history ? Vio . A blank , my Lord : She never told her love , But let concealment ...
... true of heart as we . My father had a daughter lov'd a man , As it might be , perhaps , were I a woman , I fhould your Lordship . Duke . And what's her history ? Vio . A blank , my Lord : She never told her love , But let concealment ...
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... true , does it work upon him ? Sir To . Like aquavita with a midwife . Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the sport , mark his first approach before my Lady : he will come to her in yellow ftockings , and ' tis a colour fhe abhors ...
... true , does it work upon him ? Sir To . Like aquavita with a midwife . Mar. If you will then fee the fruits of the sport , mark his first approach before my Lady : he will come to her in yellow ftockings , and ' tis a colour fhe abhors ...
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... true fonnet is ; Please one , and please all . Oli . Why ? how doft thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? : Mal . Not black in my mind , though yellow in my legs it did come to his hands , and commands fhall be executed . I think ...
... true fonnet is ; Please one , and please all . Oli . Why ? how doft thou , man ? what is the matter with thee ? : Mal . Not black in my mind , though yellow in my legs it did come to his hands , and commands fhall be executed . I think ...
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... true love for my master : Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : fare thee well . A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell ...
... true love for my master : Oli . How with mine honour may I give him that , Which I have given to you ? Vio . I will acquit you . Oli . Well , come again to - morrow : fare thee well . A fiend like thee might bear my foul to hell ...
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... true , imagination , oh , prove true , That I , dear brother , be now ta'en for you ! Sir To . Come hither , knight ; come hither , Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws . Vio . He nam'd Sebaftian ; I my brother ...
... true , imagination , oh , prove true , That I , dear brother , be now ta'en for you ! Sir To . Come hither , knight ; come hither , Fabian ; we'll whisper o'er a couplet or two of moft fage faws . Vio . He nam'd Sebaftian ; I my brother ...
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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.