William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Band 1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... Speak - a your tale . Sim . To desire this honest gentlewoman , your maid , to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page , ( 1 ) Brave . ( 2 ) The keeper of a warren . ( 3 ) Scolded , reprimanded . | for my master , in the way of marriage ...
... Speak - a your tale . Sim . To desire this honest gentlewoman , your maid , to speak a good word to mistress Anne Page , ( 1 ) Brave . ( 2 ) The keeper of a warren . ( 3 ) Scolded , reprimanded . | for my master , in the way of marriage ...
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... speak with you , and be acquainted with you ; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack . Fal . Brook , is his name ? Bard . Ay , sir . Fal . Call him in ; [ Exit Bardolph . ] Such Brooks are welcome to me , that o'erflow ...
... speak with you , and be acquainted with you ; and hath sent your worship a morning's draught of sack . Fal . Brook , is his name ? Bard . Ay , sir . Fal . Call him in ; [ Exit Bardolph . ] Such Brooks are welcome to me , that o'erflow ...
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... speak with you presently . Fal . She shall not see me ; I will ensconce ? me behind the arras.8 Mrs. Ford . Pray you , do so ; she's a very tal- tling woman.- [ Falstaff hides himself . Enter Mistress Page and Robin . What's the matter ...
... speak with you presently . Fal . She shall not see me ; I will ensconce ? me behind the arras.8 Mrs. Ford . Pray you , do so ; she's a very tal- tling woman.- [ Falstaff hides himself . Enter Mistress Page and Robin . What's the matter ...
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... speak for himself . Slen . I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : slid , ' tis but venturing . Shal . Be not dismay'd . Slen . No , she shall not dismay me : I care not for that , -but that I am afeard . Quick . Hark ye ; master Slender ...
... speak for himself . Slen . I'll make a shaft or a bolt on't : slid , ' tis but venturing . Shal . Be not dismay'd . Slen . No , she shall not dismay me : I care not for that , -but that I am afeard . Quick . Hark ye ; master Slender ...
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... speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ; but I'll make Ford . Old woman ! What old woman's that ? Mrs. Ford . Why , it is my maid's aunt of Brent - them ...
... speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ? Bard . Ay , sir ; I'll call them to you . Host . They shall have my horses ; but I'll make Ford . Old woman ! What old woman's that ? Mrs. Ford . Why , it is my maid's aunt of Brent - them ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host husband Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 193 - I am a Jew. 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 ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. 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 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd 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 327 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Seite 193 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: 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,...
Seite 105 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Seite 23 - 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.
Seite 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.