The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... defires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so dẹ- firous to lye with his mother earth ? Orla . Ready , Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modeft working . Duke . You fhall try but one fall . Cha . No , I ...
... defires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant , that is so dẹ- firous to lye with his mother earth ? Orla . Ready , Sir ; but his will hath in it a more modeft working . Duke . You fhall try but one fall . Cha . No , I ...
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... defire more love and knowledge of you . [ Exit . Orla . I reft much bounden to you : fare you well ! Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother ; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother : But , heav'nly Rofalind ! [ Exit SCENE VIII . Re ...
... defire more love and knowledge of you . [ Exit . Orla . I reft much bounden to you : fare you well ! Thus muft I from the fmoke into the fmother ; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother : But , heav'nly Rofalind ! [ Exit SCENE VIII . Re ...
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... defires , If that I do not dream , or be not frantick , As I do truft I am not ; then , dear uncle , Never fo much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness . Duke . Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did confift in words ...
... defires , If that I do not dream , or be not frantick , As I do truft I am not ; then , dear uncle , Never fo much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your Highness . Duke . Thus do all traitors ; If their purgation did confift in words ...
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... defire you to please me , I do defire you to fing ; come , come , another ftanzo : call you ' em ftanzo's ? Ami . What you will , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names , they owe me nothing . Will you fing ? Ami ...
... defire you to please me , I do defire you to fing ; come , come , another ftanzo : call you ' em ftanzo's ? Ami . What you will , Monfieur Jaques . Jaq . Nay , I care not for their names , they owe me nothing . Will you fing ? Ami ...
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... defire we may be better ftrangers . Jaq . I pray you , marr no more trees with writing love- fongs in their barks . Orla . I pray you , marr no more of my verfes with read- ing them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rofalind is Orla . Yes , juft ...
... defire we may be better ftrangers . Jaq . I pray you , marr no more trees with writing love- fongs in their barks . Orla . I pray you , marr no more of my verfes with read- ing them ill - favouredly . Jaq . Rofalind is Orla . Yes , juft ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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...