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 100
Seite 12
... thou mightst That e'er I sighed for : pity move my father On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe , my The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself The fresh - brook muscles , withered roots , and. ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy ...
... thou mightst That e'er I sighed for : pity move my father On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe , my The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself The fresh - brook muscles , withered roots , and. ARIEL sings . Full fathom five thy ...
Seite 16
... thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing ...
... thou waking ? Ant . Do you not hear me speak ? Seb . I do ; and , surely , It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose , to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing ...
Seite 19
... thou ' scape ? how cam'st thou hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved overboard , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands ...
... thou ' scape ? how cam'st thou hither ? swear by this bottle , how thou cam'st hither . I escaped upon a butt of sack , which the sailors heaved overboard , by this bottle ! which I made of the bark of a tree , with mine own hands ...
Seite 22
... Thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . - Ste . Trinculo , if you trouble him any more in his tale , by this hand , I will supplant some of your teeth . Trin . Why , I said nothing . Ste . Mum , then , and no more ...
... Thou shalt be my lieutenant , monster , or my standard . - Ste . Trinculo , if you trouble him any more in his tale , by this hand , I will supplant some of your teeth . Trin . Why , I said nothing . Ste . Mum , then , and no more ...
Seite 23
... thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin . Excellent . Ste . Give me thy hand ; I am sorry I beat thee : but , while thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ...
... thou like the plot , Trinculo ? Trin . Excellent . Ste . Give me thy hand ; I am sorry I beat thee : but , while thou livest keep a good tongue in thy head . Cal . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ...
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.