The Complete Works of Shakspeare, Revised from the Best Authorities : with a Memoir, and Essay on His Genius, Band 2Jewett, 1857 |
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... thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ... thou hast aboard . Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are a ... art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though Mira . I should sin To ...
... thy wind , if room enough ! Enter ALONSO , SEBASTIAN , ANTONIO , FERDI- NAND ... thou hast aboard . Boats . None that I more love than myself . You are a ... art . Gon . I'll warrant him from drowning ; though Mira . I should sin To ...
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... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing drunkards . - - Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better This wide - chapped rascal ; —'Would , thou mightst Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , lie drowning , The washing of ten ...
... Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing drunkards . - - Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better This wide - chapped rascal ; —'Would , thou mightst Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , lie drowning , The washing of ten ...
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... Thou art inclined to sleep ; ' t is a good dullness , And give it way ; I know thou canst not choose . [ MIRANDA sleeps . Come away , servant , come : I am ready now ; Approach , my Ariel ; come . Enter ARIEL . Ari . All hail , great ...
... Thou art inclined to sleep ; ' t is a good dullness , And give it way ; I know thou canst not choose . [ MIRANDA sleeps . Come away , servant , come : I am ready now ; Approach , my Ariel ; come . Enter ARIEL . Ari . All hail , great ...
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... thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycombs , each pinch more sting- ing Than bees that made them . Cal . I must ... art , with human care ; and lodged thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honor of my child . Cal ...
... thou shalt be pinched As thick as honeycombs , each pinch more sting- ing Than bees that made them . Cal . I must ... art , with human care ; and lodged thee In mine own cell , till thou didst seek to violate The honor of my child . Cal ...
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... art 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 ...
... art 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 ...
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.