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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... own part , if I were as tedious as a king , I could find in my heart to beftow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tedioufnefs on me , ha ? F 2 ABOUT NOTHING . .63 not; but methinks you look with your eyes as ...
... own part , if I were as tedious as a king , I could find in my heart to beftow it all of your worship . Leon . All thy tedioufnefs on me , ha ? F 2 ABOUT NOTHING . .63 not; but methinks you look with your eyes as ...
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... King . ( 23 ) No , no , ' tis alt mens office to Speak patience To thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral when he fhall endure The like himself : ] Patience under misfortunes ...
... King . ( 23 ) No , no , ' tis alt mens office to Speak patience To thofe that wring under the load of forrow ; But no man's virtue nor fufficiency , To be fo moral when he fhall endure The like himself : ] Patience under misfortunes ...
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... King Charles the First wore one of thefe favourite locks , as his hiftorian takes no- tice , and as his pictures by Vandike prove : and whoever has been converfant with the faces of that painter , must have obferved a great many drawn ...
... King Charles the First wore one of thefe favourite locks , as his hiftorian takes no- tice , and as his pictures by Vandike prove : and whoever has been converfant with the faces of that painter , must have obferved a great many drawn ...
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Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). $ LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . COMEDY . ; Dramatis Perfonæ . FERDINAND , King of Navarre . Biron.
Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical William Shakespeare Mr. Theobald (Lewis). $ LOVE's LABOUR'S LOST . COMEDY . ; Dramatis Perfonæ . FERDINAND , King of Navarre . Biron.
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... King in his re- tirement . Lords , attending upon the Princess of France , Don Adriano de Armado , a fantastical ... King and Princefs . SCENE , the King of Navarre's Palace , and the Country near it . LOVE'S LABOUR's LOST . ACT I. SCENE ...
... King in his re- tirement . Lords , attending upon the Princess of France , Don Adriano de Armado , a fantastical ... King and Princefs . SCENE , the King of Navarre's Palace , and the Country near it . LOVE'S LABOUR's LOST . ACT I. SCENE ...
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.