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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... himself beyond the promise of his age , doing , in the figure of a lamb , the feats of a lion : he hath indeed bet- ter bettered expectation , than you must , expect of me to tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Meffina will ...
... himself beyond the promise of his age , doing , in the figure of a lamb , the feats of a lion : he hath indeed bet- ter bettered expectation , than you must , expect of me to tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Meffina will ...
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... himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left , ( 2 ) -he is no less than a stuffed man : but for the fluffing well we are all mortal . ] Thus has this paffage ...
... himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horfe ; for it is all the wealth that he hath left , ( 2 ) -he is no less than a stuffed man : but for the fluffing well we are all mortal . ] Thus has this paffage ...
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... himself fits fmiling ; Just such another wanton Ganymede Set Love a - fire with , and enforced the god Snatch up the goodly boy , and fet him by him A fhining couftellation ; - All my readers , who are acquainted with the poetical ...
... himself fits fmiling ; Just such another wanton Ganymede Set Love a - fire with , and enforced the god Snatch up the goodly boy , and fet him by him A fhining couftellation ; - All my readers , who are acquainted with the poetical ...
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... himself , and the rod he might have be- ftowed on you , who ( as I take it ) have stolen his bird's nest . Pedro I will but teach them to fing , and restore them to the owner . Bene . If their finging anfwer your faying , by my faith ...
... himself , and the rod he might have be- ftowed on you , who ( as I take it ) have stolen his bird's nest . Pedro I will but teach them to fing , and restore them to the owner . Bene . If their finging anfwer your faying , by my faith ...
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... himself ? Claud . O very well , my Lord ; the music ended , We'll fit the kid - fox with a penny - worth . Pedro . Come , Balthazar , we'll hear that fong again . Balth . O good my Lord , tax not so bad a voice To flander mufic any more ...
... himself ? Claud . O very well , my Lord ; the music ended , We'll fit the kid - fox with a penny - worth . Pedro . Come , Balthazar , we'll hear that fong again . Balth . O good my Lord , tax not so bad a voice To flander mufic any more ...
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.