The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Band 2Jewett, 1857 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 6-10 von 55
Seite 46
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . you have learned , like Sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a male - content ; to relish a love - song , like a Robin - redbreast ; to walk alone , like one ...
... SPEED . Speed . Sir , your glove . Val . Not mine ; my gloves are on . you have learned , like Sir Proteus , to wreath your arms , like a male - content ; to relish a love - song , like a Robin - redbreast ; to walk alone , like one ...
Seite 47
... Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well morrows . favored . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but of manners . her favor infinite . Speed ...
... Speed . Sir , I know that well enough . Val . What dost thou know ? Speed . That she is not so fair , as ( of you ) well morrows . favored . Val . I mean , that her beauty is exquisite , but of manners . her favor infinite . Speed ...
Seite 48
... Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir ; though the came- leon Love can feed on the air , I am one that am Sil . Why , if it please you , take it for your la nourished by my victuals , and would fain have meat ; O , be not like your mistress ...
... Speed . Ay , but hearken , sir ; though the came- leon Love can feed on the air , I am one that am Sil . Why , if it please you , take it for your la nourished by my victuals , and would fain have meat ; O , be not like your mistress ...
Seite 49
... SPEED . Sil . Servant Val . Mistress ? Speed . Master , Sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then . Speed . ' T were good , you knocked him . Sil . Servant , you are sad ...
... SPEED . Sil . Servant Val . Mistress ? Speed . Master , Sir Thurio frowns on you . Val . Ay , boy , it's for love . Speed . Not of you . Val . Of my mistress , then . Speed . ' T were good , you knocked him . Sil . Servant , you are sad ...
Seite 51
... SPEED . Val . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? Pro . Except my mistress . Val . Sweet , except not any ; Except thou wilt except against my love . Pro . Have I not reason to prefer mine own ? Val . And I will help thee ...
... SPEED . Val . Now , tell me , how do all from whence you came ? Pro . Except my mistress . Val . Sweet , except not any ; Except thou wilt except against my love . Pro . Have I not reason to prefer mine own ? Val . And I will help thee ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
1st Lord Angelo Antonio art thou Beat Benedick better Biron Bohemia Boyet brother Caius Caliban Claud Claudio COSTARD daughter dost doth Dromio ducats Duke Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool Ford Friar gentle gentleman give grace Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor husband Illyria Isab Kath King knave lady Laun Leon Leonato look Lucio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master Master Doctor mistress Moth never night Padua Pedro Petruchio play Pompey pr'y thee pray prince Proteus Puck Rosalind Scene servant Shakspeare shew Shylock Signior sing Sir Toby speak Speed swear sweet tell there's Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue Tranio troth true What's wife woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 362 - Since nought so stockish, hard, and full of rage, But music for the time doth change his nature. The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 60 - Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she, The heaven such grace did lend her, That she might admired' be. Is she kind as she is fair ? For beauty lives with kindness : Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being helped, inhabits there. Then to Silvia let us sing, That Silvia is excelling ; She excels each mortal thing, Upon the dull earth dwelling: To her let us garlands bring.