The Plays of William Shakspeare: Sketch of the life of Shakspeare. Tempest ; Two gentlemen of Verona ; Merry wives of Windsor ; Twelfth-night ; Measure for measureJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no ...
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore , that o'er his wave - worn basis bow'd As stooping to relieve him . I not doubt , He came alive to land . Alon . No , no ...
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... head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? I do ; and , surely , Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
... head . Seb . What , art thou waking ? I do ; and , surely , Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With ...
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William Shakespeare. did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish ...
William Shakespeare. did before , I know not where to hide my head : yond ' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish ...
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... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
... head . Trin . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . Ste . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me : I swam , ere I could recover ...
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... head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig nity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee ? Ste . Marry will I ...
... head ; if you prove a mutineer , the next tree - The poor monster's my subject , and he shall not suffer indig nity . Cal . I thank my noble lord . Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee ? Ste . Marry will I ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Ariel Bawd brother Caius Caliban Claudio daughter devil dost thou doth Duke Escal Exeunt Exit eyes Falstaff father fear fool friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter hither honour Host Hugh Evans husband Illyria Isab Julia knave lady Laun letter look lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio Marry master Brook master doctor Milan Mira mistress Ford never night Olivia pardon peace Pist Pompey pr'ythee pray Prospero Proteus Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE servant Shal Silvia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Hugh sir John Sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir Toby Belch Slen Slender speak Speed sweet Sycorax tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio Trin Trinculo Valentine What's wife woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 270 - tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure : In delay there lies no plenty, Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure. Sir And. A mellifluous voice, as I am true knight. Sir To. A contagious breath. Sir And. Very sweet and contagious, i
Seite 17 - em. Caliban. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou earnest first, Thou strok'dst me and mad'st much of me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night : and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Seite 328 - Gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gate, For the rain it raineth every day. But when I came, alas ! to wive, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain, By swaggering could I never thrive, For the rain it raineth every day...
Seite 372 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Seite 27 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 277 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.
Seite 18 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.