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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... tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Meffina will be very much glad of it . Meff . I have already delivered him letters , and there appears much joy in him ; even fo much , that joy could not fhew itself modeft enough , with ...
... tell you how . Leon . He hath an uncle here in Meffina will be very much glad of it . Meff . I have already delivered him letters , and there appears much joy in him ; even fo much , that joy could not fhew itself modeft enough , with ...
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... tell him , we thall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays fome occafion may detain us longer : I dare fwear he is no hypocrite , but prays from his heart . Leon . If you fwear , my Lord , you shall not be forfworn ...
... tell him , we thall stay here at the least a month ; and he heartily prays fome occafion may detain us longer : I dare fwear he is no hypocrite , but prays from his heart . Leon . If you fwear , my Lord , you shall not be forfworn ...
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... tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the ...
... tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the ...
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... tell him I will not fail him at fupper ; for indeed , he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for fuch an embaffage , and fo I commit you . Claud . To the tuition of God ; from my house , if I had it ...
... tell him I will not fail him at fupper ; for indeed , he hath made great preparation . Bene . I have almost matter enough in me for fuch an embaffage , and fo I commit you . Claud . To the tuition of God ; from my house , if I had it ...
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... tell fair Hero Ham Claudio ;.』! And in her bofom I'll unclafp my heart , And take her hearing prifoner with the force And ftrong encounter of my amorous tale : Then , after , to her father will I break ; And the conclufion is , fhe ...
... tell fair Hero Ham Claudio ;.』! And in her bofom I'll unclafp my heart , And take her hearing prifoner with the force And ftrong encounter of my amorous tale : Then , after , to her father will I break ; And the conclufion is , fhe ...
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.