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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... Pompey the great ; and the page , Hercules . Arm . Pardon , Sir , error ; he is not quantity enough for that worthy's thumb ; he is not fo big a the end of his club . Hol . Shall I have audience ? he shall prefent Hercules in minority ...
... Pompey the great ; and the page , Hercules . Arm . Pardon , Sir , error ; he is not quantity enough for that worthy's thumb ; he is not fo big a the end of his club . Hol . Shall I have audience ? he shall prefent Hercules in minority ...
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... Pompey . Coft . " I Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . You lie , you are not ↳ Coft . " I Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . 198 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST .
... Pompey . Coft . " I Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . You lie , you are not ↳ Coft . " I Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . 198 LOVE's LABOUR's LOST .
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... Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . With libbard's head on knee . " ( 49 ) • Biron . Well faid , old mocker : I must needs be friends with thee . Coft . " I Pompey am , Pompey furnamed the Big . " Dum . The Great . 1 Goft . It is Great , Sir ; " ...
... Pompey am ------ ” Boyet . With libbard's head on knee . " ( 49 ) • Biron . Well faid , old mocker : I must needs be friends with thee . Coft . " I Pompey am , Pompey furnamed the Big . " Dum . The Great . 1 Goft . It is Great , Sir ; " ...
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... Pompey the Great , Coft . Your fervant and Coftard . Biron . Take away the fander . conqueror , take away Ali Caft . O Sir , you have overthrown Alifander the conqueror . [ To Nath . ] You will be fcraped out of the painted cloth for ...
... Pompey the Great , Coft . Your fervant and Coftard . Biron . Take away the fander . conqueror , take away Ali Caft . O Sir , you have overthrown Alifander the conqueror . [ To Nath . ] You will be fcraped out of the painted cloth for ...
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... Pompey . Enter HOLOFERNES for Judas , and MOTH for Hercules . Hol . Great Hercules is prefented by this imp , Whose club killed Cerberus , that three - head- ed canus ; And when he was a babe , a child , a fhrimp , Thus did he strangle ...
... Pompey . Enter HOLOFERNES for Judas , and MOTH for Hercules . Hol . Great Hercules is prefented by this imp , Whose club killed Cerberus , that three - head- ed canus ; And when he was a babe , a child , a fhrimp , Thus did he strangle ...
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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.