Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrew |
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O that my prayers could such affection move ! Her . The more I hate , the more he follows me . Hel . ... Farewell , sweet playfellow ; pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander .
O that my prayers could such affection move ! Her . The more I hate , the more he follows me . Hel . ... Farewell , sweet playfellow ; pray thou for us , And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius ! Keep word , Lysander .
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Pray you , if it be , give it me , for I am slow of study . Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too . I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar ...
Pray you , if it be , give it me , for I am slow of study . Quin . You may do it extempore , for it is nothing but roaring . Bot . Let me play the lion too . I will roar , that I will do any man's heart good to hear me ; I will roar ...
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I pray you , fail me not . Bot . We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely , and courageously . Take pains ; be perfect ; adieu . Quin . At the duke's oak we meet . Bot . Enough ; hold , or cut bow - strings . ' ( Exeunt .
I pray you , fail me not . Bot . We will meet ; and there we may rehearse more obscenely , and courageously . Take pains ; be perfect ; adieu . Quin . At the duke's oak we meet . Bot . Enough ; hold , or cut bow - strings . ' ( Exeunt .
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Pray , masters ! fly , masters ! help ! [ Exeunt Clowns . Puck . I'll follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog ...
Pray , masters ! fly , masters ! help ! [ Exeunt Clowns . Puck . I'll follow you , I'll lead you about a round , Through bog , through bush , through brake , through brier : Sometime a horse I'll be , sometime a hound , A hog ...
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I pray you , commend me to mistress Squash ,? your mother , and to master Peascod , your father . Good master Peas - blossom , I shall desire you of more acquaintance too . — Your name , I beseech you , sir ? Mus . Mustard - seed .
I pray you , commend me to mistress Squash ,? your mother , and to master Peascod , your father . Good master Peas - blossom , I shall desire you of more acquaintance too . — Your name , I beseech you , sir ? Mus . Mustard - seed .
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answer appears Attendants Bass bear better Biron blood Boyet bring comes Cost Count court daughter dear death desire doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool fortune friends gentle give gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven hold honor hope I'll Italy Kath keep kind King lady leave light live look lord madam marry master means mind mistress Moth nature never night oath play poor pray present prove reason ring Rosalind SCENE sense Servant serve speak stand stay sweet tell thank thee thing thou thought tongue Touch true turn unto wife woman young youth
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Seite 20 - 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 208 - Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Seite 183 - Shylock, we would have moneys :' you say so ; You, that did void your rheum upon my beard And foot me as you spurn a stranger cur Over your threshold : moneys 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 57 - I had. 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.
Seite 165 - Tu-whit, 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...
Seite 291 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances. And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Seite 275 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 129 - Scarce show a harvest of their heavy toil : But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain ; But, -with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
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| Titel | Midsummer-night's dream. Love's labor's lost. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. All's well that ends well. Taming of the shrew Band 2 von The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected, Oliver William Bourn Peabody |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Oliver William Bourn Peabody, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Verlag | Hilliard, Gray,, 1836 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 5. Febr. 2008 |
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