The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Measure for measure. Midsummer-night's dream. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lostC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... Provost . THOMAS , Two Friars . PETER , A Justice . ELBOW , a simple Constable . FROTH , a foolish Gentleman . Clown , Servant to Mrs. Over - done . ABHORSON , an Executioner . BARNARDINE , a dissolute Prisoner . ISABELLA , Sister to ...
... Provost . THOMAS , Two Friars . PETER , A Justice . ELBOW , a simple Constable . FROTH , a foolish Gentleman . Clown , Servant to Mrs. Over - done . ABHORSON , an Executioner . BARNARDINE , a dissolute Prisoner . ISABELLA , Sister to ...
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... provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we ...
... provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose the good we ...
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... provost ? Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepared ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well ...
... provost ? Prov . Here , if it like your honour . Ang . See that Claudio Be executed by nine to - morrow morning : Bring him his confessor , let him be prepared ; For that's the utmost of his pilgrimage . [ Exit Provost . Escal . Well ...
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... provost ? Prov . Is it your will Claudio shall die to - morrow ? Ang . Did I not tell thee , yea ? hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash : Under your good correction , I have seen , When ...
... provost ? Prov . Is it your will Claudio shall die to - morrow ? Ang . Did I not tell thee , yea ? hadst thou not order ? Why dost thou ask again ? Prov . Lest I might be too rash : Under your good correction , I have seen , When ...
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... Provost . Ang . From thee ; even from thy virtue.— What's this ? what's this ? Is this her fault , or mine ? 15 Fond , in its old signification sometimes meant foolish . In its modern sense it evidently implied a doting or extravagant ...
... Provost . Ang . From thee ; even from thy virtue.— What's this ? what's this ? Is this her fault , or mine ? 15 Fond , in its old signification sometimes meant foolish . In its modern sense it evidently implied a doting or extravagant ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother called Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin death Demetrius Dogb dost doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE mock moon Moth musick Navarre never night Oberon offence old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify signior soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee there's Theseus thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 6 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 413 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall. And milk comes frozen home in pail...
Seite 246 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 235 - Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 305 - 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, Which his fair tongue, conceit's expositor, Delivers in such apt and gracious words That aged ears play truant at his tales And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 54 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling...
Seite 412 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 151 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever ; One foot in sea, and one on shore; To one thing constant never: Then sigh not so, But let them go, And be you blithe and bonny ; Converting all your sounds of woe Into, Hey nonny, nonny. II. Sing no more ditties, sing no mo...
Seite 168 - Why, then take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Seite 50 - Do curse the gout, serpigo, and the rheum, For ending thee no sooner. Thou hast nor youth nor age; But, as it were, an after-dinner's sleep, Dreaming on both ; for all thy blessed youth Becomes as aged, and doth beg the alms Of palsied eld ; and when thou art old and rich, Thou hast neither heat, affection, limb, nor beauty, To make thy riches pleasant. What's yet in this That bears the name of life ? Yet in this life Lie hid more thousand deaths ; yet death we fear, That makes these odds all even.