The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Band 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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... Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , fhe would not have his head on her fhoulders for all Messina , as like him as fhe is . Beat . I wonder that you will ftill be talking , Signior Benedick ; no body marks you . Bene . What , my ...
... Bene . If Signior Leonato be her father , fhe would not have his head on her fhoulders for all Messina , as like him as fhe is . Beat . I wonder that you will ftill be talking , Signior Benedick ; no body marks you . Bene . What , my ...
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... Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is the not a modeft young lady ? Bene . Do you question me as an honest man fhould do , for my fimple true judgment ? or would you have me fpeak after my custom , as being a ...
... Bene . I noted her not , but I looked on her . Claud . Is the not a modeft young lady ? Bene . Do you question me as an honest man fhould do , for my fimple true judgment ? or would you have me fpeak after my custom , as being a ...
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... Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the flouting Jack , to tell us Cupid is a good ...
... Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the flouting Jack , to tell us Cupid is a good ...
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... Bene . You hear , Count Claudio , I can be fecret as a dumb man , I would have you think fo ; but on my allegiance , mark you this , on my allegi- ance : A he is in love ; with whom ? now that is your Grace's part : : mark how fhort his ...
... Bene . You hear , Count Claudio , I can be fecret as a dumb man , I would have you think fo ; but on my allegiance , mark you this , on my allegi- ance : A he is in love ; with whom ? now that is your Grace's part : : mark how fhort his ...
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... Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad- maker's pen , and hang me up at the ...
... Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ballad- maker's pen , and hang me up at the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Seite 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Seite 229 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Seite 213 - While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. 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.