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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... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Catharine , } Ladies , attending on the Princefs . Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
... Moth , Page to Don Adriano de Armado . A Forefter . Princess of France . Rofaline , Maria , Catharine , } Ladies , attending on the Princefs . Jaquenetta , a Country Wench . Officers , and others , Attendants upon the King and Princefs ...
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... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what is it , when a man of great fpi- rit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he 116 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . -
... MOTH . Arm . Boy , what is it , when a man of great fpi- rit grows melancholy ? Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he 116 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST . -
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... Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he will look fad , Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . , Moth . No , no ; O Lord , Sir , no , Y Arm . How canft thou part fadnefs and me- lancholy , my tender Juvenile ? Moth ...
... Moth . A great fign , Sir , that he will look fad , Arm . Why , fadnefs is one and the felf - fame thing , dear imp . , Moth . No , no ; O Lord , Sir , no , Y Arm . How canft thou part fadnefs and me- lancholy , my tender Juvenile ? Moth ...
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... Moth . You may do it in an hour , Sir . Arm . Impoffible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning , it fits the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamefter . Arm . I confefs both ; they are ...
... Moth . You may do it in an hour , Sir . Arm . Impoffible . Moth . How many is one thrice told ? Arm . I am ill at reckoning , it fits the spirit of a tapster . Moth . You are a gentleman and a gamefter . Arm . I confefs both ; they are ...
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... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Erm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion . Moth . Of the fea - water green , Sir . Arm . Is that one ...
... Moth ? Moth . A woman , master . Erm . Of what complexion ? Moth . Of all the four , or the three , or the two , or one of the four . Arm . Tell me precisely of what complexion . Moth . Of the fea - water green , Sir . Arm . Is that one ...
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.