The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... said she much resembled me , was yet of many accounted beautiful : but , though I could not , with fuch estimable wonder , over - far believe that , yet thus far I will boldly publish her , she bore a C 3 mind 1 mind that envy could not ...
... said she much resembled me , was yet of many accounted beautiful : but , though I could not , with fuch estimable wonder , over - far believe that , yet thus far I will boldly publish her , she bore a C 3 mind 1 mind that envy could not ...
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... said , and , as I fay , paying for them very honeftly ! -for , as you know , master Froth , I could not give you three - pence again . Froth . No , indeed . Clo . Very well you being then , if you be remember'd , cracking the ftones of ...
... said , and , as I fay , paying for them very honeftly ! -for , as you know , master Froth , I could not give you three - pence again . Froth . No , indeed . Clo . Very well you being then , if you be remember'd , cracking the ftones of ...
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... said fo . Farewell . Duke . No might nor greatnefs in mortality Can cenfure ' fcape ; back - wounding calumny The whiteft virtue ftrikes : What king fo ftrong , Can tie the gall up in the flanderous tongue ? But who comes here ? Enter ...
... said fo . Farewell . Duke . No might nor greatnefs in mortality Can cenfure ' fcape ; back - wounding calumny The whiteft virtue ftrikes : What king fo ftrong , Can tie the gall up in the flanderous tongue ? But who comes here ? Enter ...
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... said she , it burts no body : Nay , faid I , the gentleman is wife ; Certain , faid he , a wife gentleman : Nay , faid I , he hath the tongues ; That I believe , faid the , for he fwore a thing to me on Monday night , which he forfwore ...
... said she , it burts no body : Nay , faid I , the gentleman is wife ; Certain , faid he , a wife gentleman : Nay , faid I , he hath the tongues ; That I believe , faid the , for he fwore a thing to me on Monday night , which he forfwore ...
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... said against it ; for man is a giddy thing , and this is my conclufion . For thy part , Claudio , I did think to have beaten thee ; but in that thou art like to be my kinfman , live unbruis'd , and love my coufin . Claud . I had well ...
... said against it ; for man is a giddy thing , and this is my conclufion . For thy part , Claudio , I did think to have beaten thee ; but in that thou art like to be my kinfman , live unbruis'd , and love my coufin . Claud . I had well ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Anne anſwer bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bora brother Caius Claud Claudio coufin defire doft Dogb doth Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit faid FALSTAFF feems fent fhall fignior fir John firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak friar fuch fure gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero himſelf Hoft honeſt honour houfe houſe huſband Ifab Illyria itſelf knave lady Leon Leonato Lucio mafter mafter Brook maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs miſtreſs Ford moft moſt muſt myſelf night Pedro Pift pleaſe Pompey pray preſent prince priſon Prov Provoft purpoſe Quick Re-enter reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY SIR TOBY BELCH Slen ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange tell thee there's theſe thou art thouſand to-morrow uſe wife Windfor woman yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Seite 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Seite 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.