The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 Seiten |
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... what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge . Seb . What stuff is this ? -how say you ? ' Tis true , my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space ...
... what's past is prologue ; what to come , In yours and my discharge . Seb . What stuff is this ? -how say you ? ' Tis true , my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples ; ' twixt which regions There is some space ...
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... What is your name ? Mir . Miranda : -0 , my father , 1 have broke your hest to say so ! Fer . Admir'd Miranda Indeed , the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many ...
... What is your name ? Mir . Miranda : -0 , my father , 1 have broke your hest to say so ! Fer . Admir'd Miranda Indeed , the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard ; and many ...
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... What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here : Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose ... what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV - Milan . An apartment ...
... What's the unkindest tide ? Laun . Why , he that's ty'd here : Crab , my dog . Pan . Tut , man , I mean thou'lt lose ... what thou darest . Pan . Wilt thou go ? Laun . Well , I will go . [ Exeunt . SCENE IV - Milan . An apartment ...
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... What letter is this same ? What's here ? To Silvia ? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once . My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ; Because myself do want my servants ' fortune ...
... What letter is this same ? What's here ? To Silvia ? And here an engine fit for my proceeding ! I'll be so bold to break the seal for once . My thoughts do harbour with my Silvia nightly ; Because myself do want my servants ' fortune ...
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... What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the hon- our : What is it ? -dispense with trifies ; what is it ...
... What's the matter , woman ? Mrs. Ford . O woman , if it were not for one trifling respect , I could come to such honour ! Mrs. Page . Hang the trifle , woman ; take the hon- our : What is it ? -dispense with trifies ; what is it ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare Isaac Reed,Hood And Sharpe Poultry Vernor Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2019 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Jack Cade Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd Mach madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 224 - 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 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Seite 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Seite 316 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Seite 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Seite 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Seite 314 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse...