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Good Maria , let this fellow be look'd to . Where's my uncle Toby ? let some of my
people have a special care of him ; I would not have him miscarry for half of my
dowry . [ Exit . Mal . Oh , oh ! do you come near me now ? no worse man than Sir
...
Good Maria , let this fellow be look'd to . Where's my uncle Toby ? let some of my
people have a special care of him ; I would not have him miscarry for half of my
dowry . [ Exit . Mal . Oh , oh ! do you come near me now ? no worse man than Sir
...
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Adr . Look , when I serve him so , he takes it ill . Luc . Oh , know , he is the bridle .
of your will . Adr . There's none , but affes , will be bridled so . Luc . Why , head -
strong liberty is lasht with wo . There's nothing situate under heaven's eye , But ...
Adr . Look , when I serve him so , he takes it ill . Luc . Oh , know , he is the bridle .
of your will . Adr . There's none , but affes , will be bridled so . Luc . Why , head -
strong liberty is lasht with wo . There's nothing situate under heaven's eye , But ...
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Shep Heavy matters , heavy matters ! but look thee here , boy . Now bless thyself
; thou meet'st with things dying , I with things new - born . Here's a fight for thee ;
look thee , a bearing cloth for a squire's child ! look thee here ; take up , take up ...
Shep Heavy matters , heavy matters ! but look thee here , boy . Now bless thyself
; thou meet'st with things dying , I with things new - born . Here's a fight for thee ;
look thee , a bearing cloth for a squire's child ! look thee here ; take up , take up ...
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Dear , look up ; Though Fortune , visible an enemy , Should chase us , with my
father ; power no jot Hath she to change our loves . ' Beseech you , Sir ,
Remember , since you ow'd no more to time Than I do now ; with thought of such
affections ...
Dear , look up ; Though Fortune , visible an enemy , Should chase us , with my
father ; power no jot Hath she to change our loves . ' Beseech you , Sir ,
Remember , since you ow'd no more to time Than I do now ; with thought of such
affections ...
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You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead Lions
by the beard ; I'll smoak your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to't ; i'
faith , I will , i'faith . Blanch . O , well did he become that Lion's robe , That did ...
You are the hare , of whom the proverb goes , Whose valour plucks dead Lions
by the beard ; I'll smoak your skin - coat , an I catch you right ; Sirrah , look to't ; i'
faith , I will , i'faith . Blanch . O , well did he become that Lion's robe , That did ...
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Seite 70 - 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 137 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 384 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 295 - 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 384 - There's nothing in this world can make me joy : Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man ; And bitter shame hath spoil'd the sweet world's taste, That it yields nought but shame and bitterness.
Seite 283 - I would, there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty ; or that youth would sleep out the rest: for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
Seite 101 - 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.
Seite 419 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical: Teil 10,Band 3 von The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes. Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected: with Notes, Explanatory and Critical, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Mitwirkende | Henry Lintot, Charles Hitch, Jacob Tonson, Richard Tonson, Charles Corbet, Bethel Wellington, Richard Wellington, John Brindley, E. New |
| Ausgabe | 2 |
| Verlag | H. Lintott, 1740 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 12. Sept. 2007 |
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