The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, with Glossorial Notes and a Sketch of the Life of Shakspeare, Band 2Phillips, Sampson, 1854 |
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... keep himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse for it is all the wealth that he hath left , to be known a reasonable creature . - Who is his companion now ? He hath every month a new sworn brother ...
... keep himself warm , let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse for it is all the wealth that he hath left , to be known a reasonable creature . - Who is his companion now ? He hath every month a new sworn brother ...
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... a man swear he loves me . Bene . God keep your ladyship still in that mind ! 30 some gentleman or other shall ' scape a predesti- nate scratched face . ( 1 ) Trust . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an 8 Act 1 MUCH ADO.
... a man swear he loves me . Bene . God keep your ladyship still in that mind ! 30 some gentleman or other shall ' scape a predesti- nate scratched face . ( 1 ) Trust . Beat . Scratching could not make it worse , an 8 Act 1 MUCH ADO.
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... keep your way o ' God's name ; I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old . D. Pedro . This is the sum of all : Leonato , --- signior Claudio , and signior Benedick , —my dear friend Leonato , hath ...
... keep your way o ' God's name ; I have done . Beat . You always end with a jade's trick ; I know you of old . D. Pedro . This is the sum of all : Leonato , --- signior Claudio , and signior Benedick , —my dear friend Leonato , hath ...
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... keep him out of my sight , when the dance is done ! -Answer , clerk . Balth . No more words ; the clerk is answered . Urs . I know you well enough ; you are signior Antonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urs . I know you by the waggling ...
... keep him out of my sight , when the dance is done ! -Answer , clerk . Balth . No more words ; the clerk is answered . Urs . I know you well enough ; you are signior Antonio . Ant . At a word , I am not . Urs . I know you by the waggling ...
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... keeps on the windy side of care : -My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for ailiance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am sun - burned ; I may ...
... keeps on the windy side of care : -My cousin tells him in his ear , that he is in her heart . Claud . And so she doth , cousin . Beat . Good lord , for ailiance ! -Thus goes every one to the world but I , and I am sun - burned ; I may ...
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Antonio art thou Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool gentle give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Jessica Kath King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord lover Lysander madam marry master master constable merry mistress Moth Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orlando Pedro Phebe Philostrate play Pompey Portia praise pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quin Rosalind Salan Salar SCENE shalt Shylock signior sing soul speak swear sweet tell thank Theseus thing Thisby thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 317 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 361 - With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 104 - 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 141 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact :< One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 259 - Shylock, we would have monies', You say so; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard, And foot me, as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold; monies is your suit. What should I say to you? Should I not say, Hath a dog money? is it possible, A cur can lend three thousand ducats'?
Seite 253 - If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men's cottages, princes* palaces. It is a good divine that follows his own instructions : I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
Seite 242 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who...
Seite 361 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits, and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms ; And then, the whining school-boy, with his satchel, And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school ; and then, the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress...
Seite 365 - Sir, I am a true labourer: I earn that I eat, get that I wear, owe no man hate, envy no man's happiness, glad of other men's good, content with my harm, and the greatest of my pride is to see my ewes graze and my lambs suck.
Seite 139 - The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen ; man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.