The plays of Shakespeare, from the text of S. Johnson, with the prefaces, notes &c. of Rowe, Pope and many other critics. 6 vols. [in 12 pt. Followed by] Shakespeare's poems, Band 3 |
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... night , And make a dark night too of half the day ; ) Which , I hope well , is not enrolled there . O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep ; Not to fee ladies , ftudy , faft , not sleep . KING . Your oath is pafs'd , to pafs away ...
... night , And make a dark night too of half the day ; ) Which , I hope well , is not enrolled there . O , these are barren tasks , too hard to keep ; Not to fee ladies , ftudy , faft , not sleep . KING . Your oath is pafs'd , to pafs away ...
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... nights , Than those that walk and wot not what they are . Too much to know , is to know nought : but fame ; And every godfather can give a name . ” KING . How well he's read , to reafon against reading ! DUM . Proceeded well , to ftop ...
... nights , Than those that walk and wot not what they are . Too much to know , is to know nought : but fame ; And every godfather can give a name . ” KING . How well he's read , to reafon against reading ! DUM . Proceeded well , to ftop ...
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... upshot by cleaving the pin . MAR . Come , come , you talk greafily ; your lips grow foul . COST . She's too hard for you at pricks , Sir , challenge her . to bowl . DA BOYET . I fear too much rubbing ; good night LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . 39.
... upshot by cleaving the pin . MAR . Come , come , you talk greafily ; your lips grow foul . COST . She's too hard for you at pricks , Sir , challenge her . to bowl . DA BOYET . I fear too much rubbing ; good night LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . 39.
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William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. BOYET . I fear too much rubbing ; good night my good ⚫owl . [ Exeunt all but Coftard . COST . By my foul , a fwain ; a most simple clown ! Lord , Lord ! how the ladies and I have put him down ! O ' my ...
William Shakespeare Samuel Johnson. BOYET . I fear too much rubbing ; good night my good ⚫owl . [ Exeunt all but Coftard . COST . By my foul , a fwain ; a most simple clown ! Lord , Lord ! how the ladies and I have put him down ! O ' my ...
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... rofe , As thy eye - beams , when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew , that on my cheeks down flows } Nor fhines the filver moon one half fo bright , 46 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . Sir, I do invite you too; [To ...
... rofe , As thy eye - beams , when their fresh rays have smote The night of dew , that on my cheeks down flows } Nor fhines the filver moon one half fo bright , 46 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . Sir, I do invite you too; [To ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt anſwer Antigonus becauſe beſt BIRON Bohemia BOYET buſineſs Camillo CAPELL Coftard defire doth DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit faid fair Fair ladies fame fatire feems fenfe fhall fhew fignifies fince fing firſt fome fomething fool foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand ftill fuch fwear fweet gentleman give hath heart himſelf honour houſe Ibid Illyria itſelf JOHNS king lady lefs lord madam Malvolio maſter means miſtreſs moft moſt MOTH muſt myſelf Navarre paffage Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praiſe prefent princeſs purpoſe queen reafon ſay SCENE ſee Shakespeare ſhall ſhe SHEP ſhould Sicilia Sir Toby ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay ſuch ſweet thee thefe THEOB theſe thofe thoſe thou art tongue underſtand uſe WARB whofe word yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - Save base authority from others' books. These earthly godfathers of heaven's lights, That give a name to every fixed star, Have no more profit of their shining nights, Than those that walk, and wot not what they are.
Seite 56 - Subtle as sphinx: as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Seite 158 - But nature makes that mean; so over that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race. This is an art Which does mend nature — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 55 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 207 - 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.