The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Band 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ! Sirs , I ...
... breathe ? 2 Hun . He breathes , my lord . Were he not warm'd with ale , This were a bed but cold to sleep so soundly . Lord . O , monstrous beast ! how like a swine he lies . Grim death , how foul and loathsome is thine image ! Sirs , I ...
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... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood ...
... breath , Even as the waving sedges play with wind . Lord . We'll show thee Io as she was a maid , And how she was beguiled and surpris'd , As lively painted as the deed was done . 3 Serv . Or Daphne roaming through a thorny wood ...
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... breathe , and haply institute A course of learning , and ingenious studies . Pisa , renowned for grave citizens , Gave me my being ; and my father , first A merchant of great traffic through the world Vincentio ' s come of the ...
... breathe , and haply institute A course of learning , and ingenious studies . Pisa , renowned for grave citizens , Gave me my being ; and my father , first A merchant of great traffic through the world Vincentio ' s come of the ...
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... breath she did perfume the air : Sacred , and sweet , was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands ...
... breath she did perfume the air : Sacred , and sweet , was all I saw in her . Tra . Nay , then , ' t is time to stir him from his trance . I pray , awake , Sir : if you love the maid , Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her Thus it stands ...
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... breathing and exploit . King . It may well serve who are sick What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFFU , and PArolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's ...
... breathing and exploit . King . It may well serve who are sick What's he comes here ? Enter BERTRAM , LAFFU , and PArolles . 1 Lord . It is the count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare, Printed from the Text of J ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou Aumerle Baptista Bast Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo Count daughter dear death doth Duke duke of Hereford Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France friends Gaunt Gent gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Illyria John Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua pardon peace Petruchio pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah soul speak swear sweet tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio wife
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Seite 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd 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 men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Seite 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Seite 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...