Twelfth night. Winter's talePrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... thoughts lie rich , when canopy'd with bowers . Exeunt . SCENE II . The Street . Enter VIOLA , a Captain , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My ...
... thoughts lie rich , when canopy'd with bowers . Exeunt . SCENE II . The Street . Enter VIOLA , a Captain , and Sailors . Vio . What country , friends , is this ? Cap . This is Illyria , lady . Vio . And what should I do in Illyria ? My ...
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... gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the pru- dent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir 13 A & 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
... gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling , ' tis thought among the pru- dent , he would quickly have the gift of a grave . 141 Sir To . By this hand , they are scoundrels Sir 13 A & 1 . TWELFTH - NIGHT : OR ,
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... thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Sir And . Why , I think so ; but I can keep my hand dry . Mar. A ...
... thought is free : I pray you , bring your hand to the buttery - bar , and let it drink . Sir And . Wherefore , sweet heart ? what's your metaphor ? Mar. It's dry , sir . Sir And . Why , I think so ; but I can keep my hand dry . Mar. A ...
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William Shakespeare. Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll ride home to - morrow , Sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the ...
William Shakespeare. Sir And . An I thought that , I'd forswear it . I'll ride home to - morrow , Sir Toby . Sir To . Pourquoy , my dear knight ? Sir And . What is pourquoy ? do , or not do ? I would I had bestowed that time in the ...
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... thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a puritan ? thy exquisite reason , dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for't , but I have reason good enough . 239 Mar. The devil a puritan that he is ...
... thought that , I'd beat him like a dog . Sir To . What , for being a puritan ? thy exquisite reason , dear knight ? Sir And . I have no exquisite reason for't , but I have reason good enough . 239 Mar. The devil a puritan that he is ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Antigonus Autolycus Ben Jonson beseech better Bohemia Brownist called Camillo Cesario CLEOMENES Clown daughter dear dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father fear folio fool Gent gentleman give hand Hanmer hath heart heaven HENLEY Hermione honest Honest Whore honour i'the Illyria in't is't JOHNSON king kiss knight lady last enchantment Leontes lord madam MALONE Malvolio means mistress musick never o'er o'the old copy Olivia on't pash passage Paul Paulina Perdita play Polixenes Polyolbion pr'ythee pray prince queen Romeo and Juliet SCENE seems Shakspere Shakspere's Shep shew Sicilia Sir Andrew Sir Andrew Ague-cheek Sir Toby Sir Topas song speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee THEOBALD there's thing thou art thou hast three merry TWELFTH NIGHT Viola volgo WARBURTON WINTER'S TALE woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 75 - Say there be ; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean : so, over that art Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes.
Seite 43 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Seite 77 - I'd have you do it ever: when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so; so give alms; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too : When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Seite 75 - You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Seite 5 - 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 south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour ! Enough ; no more : 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Seite 102 - When that I was and a little tiny boy, With hey, ho, the wind and the rain; A foolish thing was but a toy, For the rain it raineth every day.
Seite 25 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Seite 33 - O, mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear ; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low : Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.