The works of Shakespeare, with corrections and illustr. from various commentators, Band 3 |
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... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the fea , nought enters there , Of what validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Even in a minute ; fo full of fhapes in fancy , That it alone is ...
... art thou ! That , notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the fea , nought enters there , Of what validity and pitch foe'er , But falls into abatement and low price , Even in a minute ; fo full of fhapes in fancy , That it alone is ...
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... Art thou good at these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What , is thy excellence in a galliard , knight ...
... Art thou good at these kick - fhaws , knight ? Sir And . As any man in Illyria , whatfoever he be , under the degree of my betters ; and yet I will not compare with an old man . Sir To . What , is thy excellence in a galliard , knight ...
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... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy ...
... thy youth , Than in a nuncio of more grave afpect . Vio . I think not fo , my Lord . Duke . Dear lad , believe it : For they fhall yet belie thy happy years , That fay thou art a man : Diana's lip Is not more smooth and rubious ; thy ...
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... thou art . Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions and fpirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon.Not too fast- foft ! foft ! Unless the mafter were the man .. -How now ? Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this ...
... thou art . Thy tongue , thy face , thy limbs , actions and fpirit , Do give thee five - fold blazon.Not too fast- foft ! foft ! Unless the mafter were the man .. -How now ? Even fo quickly may one catch the plague ? Methinks I feel this ...
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... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How eafy is it , for the proper falfe In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For fuch as we are made , if such we be . How ...
... thou art a wickedness , Wherein the pregnant enemy does much . How eafy is it , for the proper falfe In women's waxen hearts to fet their forms * ! Alas , our frailty is the caufe , not we , For fuch as we are made , if such we be . How ...
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The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
The Works of Shakespeare, with Corrections and Illustr. from Various ... William Shakespeare Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Anne Antipholis Baptifta Bian Bianca Bion Biondello Caius Cath Catharina Catharine defire devil doft thou doth Dromio Duke elfe Exeunt Exit Falſtaff father fent fervant feven fhall fhould fifter fince firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak ftand fuch fure fweet gentleman Gremio hath hear heart Heav'n Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft Hortenfio houfe houſe humour huſband Illyria jeft Johnfon Kate knave knight Lady Lord Lucentio Madam Mafter Brook Malvolio Marry Miftrefs Miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua Petruchio Pift pleaſe pray prefent Quic reafon ſay SCENE Enter Shal Signior Sir Andrew Sir John Sir Toby Slen ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe there's theſe thou art thouſand Tranio wife woman worfe yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 29 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek. She pined in thought And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat, like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We...
Seite 239 - 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 3 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.