The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... Exeunt Orlando and Adam . SCENE III . Oli . Is it even fo ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will phyfick your ranknefs , and yet give no thousand crowns neither . Holla , Dennis ! " Enter Dennis , Den . Calls your worship ? Oli . Was not ...
... Exeunt Orlando and Adam . SCENE III . Oli . Is it even fo ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will phyfick your ranknefs , and yet give no thousand crowns neither . Holla , Dennis ! " Enter Dennis , Den . Calls your worship ? Oli . Was not ...
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... Exeunt . A Foreft , Enter Duke Senior , Amiens , and two or three Lords like forefters . " Duke Sen. OW , my co - mates , and brothers in exile , Hath not old custom made this life more No sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these ...
... Exeunt . A Foreft , Enter Duke Senior , Amiens , and two or three Lords like forefters . " Duke Sen. OW , my co - mates , and brothers in exile , Hath not old custom made this life more No sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these ...
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... Exeunt . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynifh clown , at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh , is alfo miffing : Hifperia , the Princefs ' gentlewoman , Confeffes that the fecretly o'erheard Your daughter and her coufin much commend The ...
... Exeunt . 2 Lord . My lord , the roynifh clown , at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh , is alfo miffing : Hifperia , the Princefs ' gentlewoman , Confeffes that the fecretly o'erheard Your daughter and her coufin much commend The ...
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... Exeunt . Enter Rofalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed , Celia dreft like a Shepherdefs for Aliena , and Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my fpirits ! Clo . I care not for my fpirits , if my legs were not weary ? Rof . I could find ...
... Exeunt . Enter Rofalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed , Celia dreft like a Shepherdefs for Aliena , and Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my fpirits ! Clo . I care not for my fpirits , if my legs were not weary ? Rof . I could find ...
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... Exeunt Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it ; more , I pr'ythee , more ; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong , as a weazel fucks eggs : more , I pr'ythee , more . Ami . My voice is rugged , I know I ...
... Exeunt Ami . It will make you melancholy , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . I thank it ; more , I pr'ythee , more ; I can fuck melancholy out of a fong , as a weazel fucks eggs : more , I pr'ythee , more . Ami . My voice is rugged , I know I ...
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affure anſwer Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Cath Catharine Clown Count daughter defire doft doth Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father feem felf felves fervant ferve feven fhall fhew fhould fifter fince fing firft fome fool foreft fpeak ftand ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet gentleman give Gremio hath heart heav'n himſelf honour horfe Hortenfio houfe houſe huſband Illyria Kate King knave Lady Lord Lucentio Madam mafter maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt Narbon Orla Orlando Padua Petruchio pleaſe pr'ythee pray promife reafon Rofalind ſay SCENE ſelf ſhall ſhe Signior Sir Toby ſpeak tell thee thefe theſe thine thou art Tranio whofe wife worfe youth
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...