The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Teil 47,Band 1 |
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... † Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind . Nothing but paring . + Sharpers . The name of an ugly spirit Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca B 2 SCENE 1. ] THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . 3 your good heart! ...
... † Worts was the ancient name of all the cabbage kind . Nothing but paring . + Sharpers . The name of an ugly spirit Nym . Slice , I say ! pauca , pauca B 2 SCENE 1. ] THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR . 3 your good heart! ...
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... kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here . Do you under- stand me ? Slen . Ay , Sir , you shall find me reasonable ; if it be so , I shall do that that is reason . Shal . Nay , but understand me . Slen . So I do , Sir . Eva ...
... kind of tender , made afar off by Sir Hugh here . Do you under- stand me ? Slen . Ay , Sir , you shall find me reasonable ; if it be so , I shall do that that is reason . Shal . Nay , but understand me . Slen . So I do , Sir . Eva ...
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... kind fellow , as ever servant shall come in house withal ; and , I warrant you , no tell - tale , nor no breed - bate : This worst fault is , that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish ** that way : but no- body but has his ...
... kind fellow , as ever servant shall come in house withal ; and , I warrant you , no tell - tale , nor no breed - bate : This worst fault is , that he is given to prayer ; he is something peevish ** that way : but no- body but has his ...
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... kind of light , With all his might , For thee to fight , John Falstaff . * She means , I protest . + Melancholy . Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician . What a Herod of Jewry is this ? -O wicked 12 LACT II . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
... kind of light , With all his might , For thee to fight , John Falstaff . * She means , I protest . + Melancholy . Most probably Shakspeare wrote physician . What a Herod of Jewry is this ? -O wicked 12 LACT II . THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR .
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... kind woman in Windsor , she is one . You must send her your page ; — no remedy . Fal . Why , I will . Quick . Nay , but do so then : and , look you , he may come and go between you both ; and , in any case , have a nay - word , * that ...
... kind woman in Windsor , she is one . You must send her your page ; — no remedy . Fal . Why , I will . Quick . Nay , but do so then : and , look you , he may come and go between you both ; and , in any case , have a nay - word , * that ...
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Angelo Antonio art thou Bass Bassanio Beat Benedick better Biron Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dear Demetrius Dogb doth ducats Duke Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford friar gentle gentleman give grace hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero hither honour Host Illyria Isab King lady Laun Leon Leonato look lord Lucio Lysander Madam maid Malvolio marry master constable master doctor mistress Moth never night Pedro Pompey pr'ythee Proteus Prov Puck Re-enter Rosalind SCENE Shal Shylock signior Silvia sing SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Slen soul speak Speed swear sweet tell thank there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio to-morrow tongue troth true Valentine What's woman word youth
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Seite 463 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 76 - A blank, my lord : She never told her love, 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.
Seite 415 - In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn ; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
Seite 348 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report what my dream was.
Seite 492 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 454 - The slaves are ours : — So do I answer you : The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, Is dearly bought, is mine, and I will have it : If you deny me, fie upon your law ! There is no force in the decrees of Venice : I stand for judgment : answer ; shall I have it?
Seite 391 - And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent: Then fools you were, these...
Seite 138 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometimes voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again.
Seite 413 - When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo;...
Seite 43 - Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle8; And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner.