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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... flight ; and my uncle's fool , reading the challenge , fubfcribed for Cupid , and challenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , - how many hath he killed and eaten in thefe wars ?. But how many hath he killed ? for indeed I S MUCH A DO.
... flight ; and my uncle's fool , reading the challenge , fubfcribed for Cupid , and challenged him at the bird - bolt . I pray you , - how many hath he killed and eaten in thefe wars ?. But how many hath he killed ? for indeed I S MUCH A DO.
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... fool that betroths him-- felf to unquietnefs ? Bora . Marry , it is your brother's right hand . John . Who , the most exquifite Claudio ? Bora . Even he .. John . A proper fquire ! and who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry ...
... fool that betroths him-- felf to unquietnefs ? Bora . Marry , it is your brother's right hand . John . Who , the most exquifite Claudio ? Bora . Even he .. John . A proper fquire ! and who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry ...
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... fool , only his gift is in devifing impoffible flanders : none but libertines delight in him , and the commen- dation is not in his wit , but in his villainy ; for he both pleaseth men and angers them , and then they laugh at him , and ...
... fool , only his gift is in devifing impoffible flanders : none but libertines delight in him , and the commen- dation is not in his wit , but in his villainy ; for he both pleaseth men and angers them , and then they laugh at him , and ...
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... fool will eat no fupper that night . We must follow the leaders . [ Mufick within . Bene . In every good thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Exeunt . Manent JOHN , BORACHIO and ...
... fool will eat no fupper that night . We must follow the leaders . [ Mufick within . Bene . In every good thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Exeunt . Manent JOHN , BORACHIO and ...
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... fool ! ha ? it may be I go under that title , because I am merry ; yea , but fo I am apt to do myself wrong : I am not fo reputed . It is the bafe ( tho ' bitter ) difpofition of Beatrice that puts the world into her perfon , and so ...
... fool ! ha ? it may be I go under that title , because I am merry ; yea , but fo I am apt to do myself wrong : I am not fo reputed . It is the bafe ( tho ' bitter ) difpofition of Beatrice that puts the world into her perfon , and so ...
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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.