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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... Exeunt Orlando and Adam . SCENE III . Oli . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , 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 so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physick your rankness , and yet give no thousand crowns neither . Holla , Dennis ! Enter Dennis . Den . Calls your worship ? Oli . Was not ...
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... Exeunt . A Forest , Enter Duke Senior , Amiens , and two or three Duke Sen. Lords like forefters . Nouch comes and brothers in exile , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these woods More ...
... Exeunt . A Forest , Enter Duke Senior , Amiens , and two or three Duke Sen. Lords like forefters . Nouch comes and brothers in exile , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? are not these woods More ...
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... Exeunt . Duke . Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be ; some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this . I Lord . I cannot hear of any that did see her . The ladies , her attendants of her chamber , Saw ...
... Exeunt . Duke . Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be ; some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this . I Lord . I cannot hear of any that did see her . The ladies , her attendants of her chamber , Saw ...
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... Exeunt . med , Celia dreft like Enter Rosalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed , a Shepherdess for Aliena , and Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my spirits ! Clo . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary : Rof . I could ...
... Exeunt . med , Celia dreft like Enter Rosalind in Boy's cloaths for Ganimed , a Shepherdess for Aliena , and Clown . Rof . Jupiter , how weary are my spirits ! Clo . I care not for my spirits , if my legs were not weary : Rof . I could ...
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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 song , 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 song , as a weazel fucks eggs : more , I pr'ythee , more . Ami . My voice is rugged , I know I ...
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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...