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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... most humble thanks : but that I will have a re- cheate winded in my forehead , or hang my bugle in an invisible baldric , all women fhall pardon me ; because I will not do them the wrong to mis- truft any , I will do myfelf the right to ...
... most humble thanks : but that I will have a re- cheate winded in my forehead , or hang my bugle in an invisible baldric , all women fhall pardon me ; because I will not do them the wrong to mis- truft any , I will do myfelf the right to ...
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... most exquifite Claudio ? Bora . Even he .. John . A proper fquire ! and who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir : of Leonato . John . A very forward March chick ! How come you to this ? Bora ...
... most exquifite Claudio ? Bora . Even he .. John . A proper fquire ! and who , and who ? which way looks he ? Bora . Marry , on Hero , the daughter and heir : of Leonato . John . A very forward March chick ! How come you to this ? Bora ...
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... most wonderful , that she should fo doat on Signior Benedick , whom fhe hath in all outward behaviours feemed ever to abhor . Bene .. Is't poffible ? fits the wind in that corner ? [ Afide Leon . By my troth , my Lord , I cannot tell ...
... most wonderful , that she should fo doat on Signior Benedick , whom fhe hath in all outward behaviours feemed ever to abhor . Bene .. Is't poffible ? fits the wind in that corner ? [ Afide Leon . By my troth , my Lord , I cannot tell ...
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... most exquifitely . I make no queftion but the Poet wrote , an , Aglet very vilely cut ; An Aglet was the tag of thofe points , formerly fo much in fashion . Thefe taggs were either of gold , filver , or brafs , according to the quality ...
... most exquifitely . I make no queftion but the Poet wrote , an , Aglet very vilely cut ; An Aglet was the tag of thofe points , formerly fo much in fashion . Thefe taggs were either of gold , filver , or brafs , according to the quality ...
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... most defertlefs man to be constable ? I Watch . Hugh Oatcake , Sir , cr George Seacole ; for they can write and read . Dogb . Come hither , neighbour Seacole ; Ged hath bleft you with a good name ; and to be a well- favoured man is the ...
... most defertlefs man to be constable ? I Watch . Hugh Oatcake , Sir , cr George Seacole ; for they can write and read . Dogb . Come hither , neighbour Seacole ; Ged hath bleft you with a good name ; and to be a well- favoured man is the ...
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.