The Works of Shakespeare: in Eight Volumes, Band 1H. Woodfall, 1767 |
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... lives in thy mind ? what feeft thou elfe In the dark back - ward and abyfme of time ? If thou remember'ft ought , ere thou cam'it here ; How thou camft here , thou may'ft . Mira . But that I do not . I Pro.'Tis twelve yearsfince ...
... lives in thy mind ? what feeft thou elfe In the dark back - ward and abyfme of time ? If thou remember'ft ought , ere thou cam'it here ; How thou camft here , thou may'ft . Mira . But that I do not . I Pro.'Tis twelve yearsfince ...
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... live . Seb . Of that there's none or little . Gon . How lush and lufty the grafs looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He miffes not much . Seb . No : he does but mistake the ...
... live . Seb . Of that there's none or little . Gon . How lush and lufty the grafs looks ? how green ? Ant . The ground indeed is tawny . Seb . With an eye of green in't . Ant . He miffes not much . Seb . No : he does but mistake the ...
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... live . I faw him beat the farges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whofe enmity he flung afide , and breafted The furge moft fwoln that met him : his bold head " Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
... live . I faw him beat the farges under him , And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water ; Whofe enmity he flung afide , and breafted The furge moft fwoln that met him : his bold head " Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd ...
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... live Gonzalo ! Gen. And , do you mark me , Sir ? 2 Alon . Pr'ythee , no more ; thou doft talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your Highnets ; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen , who care of fuch fenfible and ...
... live Gonzalo ! Gen. And , do you mark me , Sir ? 2 Alon . Pr'ythee , no more ; thou doft talk nothing to me . Gon . I do well believe your Highnets ; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen , who care of fuch fenfible and ...
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... live . I have made you mad : And ev'n with fuch like valour men hang and drown Their proper felves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are minifters of fate ; the elements , Of whom your fwords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds ...
... live . I have made you mad : And ev'n with fuch like valour men hang and drown Their proper felves . You fools ! I and my fellows Are minifters of fate ; the elements , Of whom your fwords are temper'd , may as well Wound the loud winds ...
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Angelo becauſe brother Caius Caliban Claudio Clown defire Demetrius doft doth Duke Efcal elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid Fairies fame father fatire feems fenfe fent feven fhall fhew fhould fince firft fleep fome Ford foul fpeak fpirit Friar ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet gentleman give hath hear heart heav'n Hermia Herne the hunter himſelf Hoft honour houfe houſe Ifab iffue Laun lofe Lord Lucio Lyfander Madam mafter marry miftrefs Mira miſtreſs moft muft muſt myfelf Naples paffage pleaſe Poet Pompey pray prefent Profpero Protheus Prov Puck Pyramus Quic reafon Shakespeare Shal ſhall Silvia Sir John Falstaff Slen ſpeak Speed Sycorax tell thee thefe there's theſe thing thofe thou art Thurio Trin uſe Valentine whofe wife woman word worfe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 28 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, .Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 86 - Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Seite 42 - Hence, bashful cunning; And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid : to be your fellow You may deny me ; but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Seite 63 - And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art?
Seite 95 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 96 - Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell : It fell upon a little western flower, — Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound, — And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 150 - If we shadows have offended. Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Seite 35 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Seite 64 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.