The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Band 5Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... better than thy dear self's better part . Ah , do not tear away thyself from me ; For know , my love , as easy may'st thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulph , And take unmingled thence that drop again , Without addition , or ...
... better than thy dear self's better part . Ah , do not tear away thyself from me ; For know , my love , as easy may'st thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulph , And take unmingled thence that drop again , Without addition , or ...
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... Better cheer may you have , but not with better heart . But , soft ; my door is lock'd ; Go bid them let us in , Dro . E. Maud , Bridget , Marian , Cicely , Gillian , Jen ' ! Dro . S. [ Within . ] Mome , malt - horse , capon , cox- comb ...
... Better cheer may you have , but not with better heart . But , soft ; my door is lock'd ; Go bid them let us in , Dro . E. Maud , Bridget , Marian , Cicely , Gillian , Jen ' ! Dro . S. [ Within . ] Mome , malt - horse , capon , cox- comb ...
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... better part ; Mine eye's clear eye , my dear heart's dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's aim , My sole earth's heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call ...
... better part ; Mine eye's clear eye , my dear heart's dearer heart ; My food , my fortune , and my sweet hope's aim , My sole earth's heaven , and my heaven's claim . Luc . All this my sister is , or else should be . Ant . S. Call ...
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... better than I say , And yet would herein others ' eyes were worse : Far from her nest the lapwing cries away ; My heart prays for him , though my tongue do curse . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . Dro . S. Here , go ; the desk , the purse ...
... better than I say , And yet would herein others ' eyes were worse : Far from her nest the lapwing cries away ; My heart prays for him , though my tongue do curse . Enter DROMIO of Syracuse . Dro . S. Here , go ; the desk , the purse ...
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... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well , and look unto them all ; To - morrow I intend to hunt again . 1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one ...
... better dog . Lord . Thou art a fool ; if Echo were as fleet , I would esteem him worth a dozen such . But sup them well , and look unto them all ; To - morrow I intend to hunt again . 1 Hun . I will , my lord . Lord . What's here ? one ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ANTIPHOLUS Aquitain ARMADO Baptista Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Biron Boyet chain comes Cost COSTARD Curt daughter dost thou doth Dromio ducats Duke Dull Dumain Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fool forsworn gentle gentleman give grace Grumio hand hath hear heart hither horse Hortensio husband Kate Kath KATHARINA King knock l'envoy lady Long Longaville look lord Lucentio madam Marry master merry mistress Moth Nath Navarre ne'er never oath Padua Petruchio Pisa Pompey pray Prin princess quoth Rosaline SCENE Servant shrew signior Gremio Sirrah sister speak stay sweet Syracusan Syracuse tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast to-day tongue Tranio unto villain Vincentio wench What's wife wilt withal woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 262 - When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Seite 260 - A jest's prosperity lies in the ear Of him that hears it, never in the tongue Of him that makes it...
Seite 209 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book ; he hath not eat paper, as it were ; he hath not drunk ink : his intellect is not replenished ; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Seite 261 - 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; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!
Seite 160 - Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband...