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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... must break ; For , well you know , here comes in embassy The French king's daughter with yourself to speak , A maid ... must lye here on mere neceffity . BIRON . Neceffity will make us all forfworn , Three thousand times within this ...
... must break ; For , well you know , here comes in embassy The French king's daughter with yourself to speak , A maid ... must lye here on mere neceffity . BIRON . Neceffity will make us all forfworn , Three thousand times within this ...
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... must let him take no delight , nor no penance ; but he must fast three days a - week . For this damfel , I must keep her at the park , fhe is allow'd for the day - wo man . Fare you well . ARM . I do betray myself with blushing ; maid ...
... must let him take no delight , nor no penance ; but he must fast three days a - week . For this damfel , I must keep her at the park , fhe is allow'd for the day - wo man . Fare you well . ARM . I do betray myself with blushing ; maid ...
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... must prove ignorance . I hear , your grace hath fworn out house - keeping : ' Tis deadly fin to keep that oath , my lord ; And fin to break it-- But pardon me , I am too fudden bold : To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me . Vouchsafe to ...
... must prove ignorance . I hear , your grace hath fworn out house - keeping : ' Tis deadly fin to keep that oath , my lord ; And fin to break it-- But pardon me , I am too fudden bold : To teach a teacher ill befeemeth me . Vouchsafe to ...
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... must not be fo quick . Ros . ' Tis long of you that fpur me with fuch questions . BIRON . Your wit's too hot , it fpeeds too faft , ' twill tire . Ros . Not ' till it leave the rider in the mire . BIRON . What time o'day ? Ros . The ...
... must not be fo quick . Ros . ' Tis long of you that fpur me with fuch questions . BIRON . Your wit's too hot , it fpeeds too faft , ' twill tire . Ros . Not ' till it leave the rider in the mire . BIRON . What time o'day ? Ros . The ...
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... must carry me a letter . MOTH . A meffage well fympathis'd ; a horse to be em- baffador for an afs . ARM . Ha , ha ; what fay'ft thou ? MOTH . Marry , Sir , you must send the afs upon the horse , for he is very flow - gated : but I go ...
... must carry me a letter . MOTH . A meffage well fympathis'd ; a horse to be em- baffador for an afs . ARM . Ha , ha ; what fay'ft thou ? MOTH . Marry , Sir , you must send the afs upon the horse , for he is very flow - gated : but I go ...
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.