The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]., Band 3 |
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... sport withal ; but love no man in good earnest , nor no further in sport nei- ther , than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in ho nour come off again . Rof . What shall be the sport then ? Cel . Let us fit and mock the good ...
... sport withal ; but love no man in good earnest , nor no further in sport nei- ther , than with safety of a pure blush thou may'st in ho nour come off again . Rof . What shall be the sport then ? Cel . Let us fit and mock the good ...
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... sport . Cel . Sport ; of what colour ? Le Beu . What colour , Madam ? how shall I answer you ? Rof . As wit and fortune will . Clo . Or as the destinies decreé . Cel . Well faid , that was laid on with a trowel , Clos Clo . Nay , if I ...
... sport . Cel . Sport ; of what colour ? Le Beu . What colour , Madam ? how shall I answer you ? Rof . As wit and fortune will . Clo . Or as the destinies decreé . Cel . Well faid , that was laid on with a trowel , Clos Clo . Nay , if I ...
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... sport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ? Le Beu . Why , this that I fpeak of . Clo . Thus men grow wiser every day . It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Rof ...
... sport , Monfieur , that the ladies have loft ? Le Beu . Why , this that I fpeak of . Clo . Thus men grow wiser every day . It is the first time that ever I heard breaking of ribs was sport for ladies . Cel . Or I , I promise thee . Rof ...
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... sport doth call his Rofalind . Cel . Why , how now , Ganimed , sweet Ganimed ? [ Rof . faints . Oli . Many will swoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is no more in't : cousin Ganimed ! Oli . Look , he recovers . Rof . Would I ...
... sport doth call his Rofalind . Cel . Why , how now , Ganimed , sweet Ganimed ? [ Rof . faints . Oli . Many will swoon when they do look on blood . Cel . There is no more in't : cousin Ganimed ! Oli . Look , he recovers . Rof . Would I ...
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... Play . I think ' twas Soto that your honour means . Lord . ' Tis very true ; thou didst it excellent : Well , you are come to me in happy time , 1 : The The rather for I have some sport in hand , The Taming of the Shrew . 79.
... Play . I think ' twas Soto that your honour means . Lord . ' Tis very true ; thou didst it excellent : Well , you are come to me in happy time , 1 : The The rather for I have some sport in hand , The Taming of the Shrew . 79.
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 145 - 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 30 - I must have liberty Withal, as large a charter as the wind, To blow on whom I please...
Seite 201 - 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 53 - ... it is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness.
Seite 55 - But these are all lies : men have died from time to time and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Seite 223 - If she, my liege, can make me know this clearly, I'll love her dearly ; ever, ever dearly.
Seite 29 - No, sir, quoth he, Call me not fool, till heaven hath sent me fortune : And then he drew a dial from his poke ; And looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says, very wisely, It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see...