The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 Seiten |
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... hath not writ to me ? Sperd . What need she , when she hath made you write to yourself ? Why , do you not perceive the jest ? Fal . No , believe me . Sperd . No believing you , indeed , sir : But did you perative her earnest ? Fal . She.
... hath not writ to me ? Sperd . What need she , when she hath made you write to yourself ? Why , do you not perceive the jest ? Fal . No , believe me . Sperd . No believing you , indeed , sir : But did you perative her earnest ? Fal . She.
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... hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . - Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words ...
... hath more mind to feed on your blood , than live in your air . Val . You have said , sir . - Thu. Ay , sir , and done too , for this time . Val . I know it well , sir ; you always end ere you begin . Sil . A fine volley of words ...
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... hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus . man . you , Enter Servant . came ? Pre . Your friends ...
... hath twenty pair of eyes . Thu. They say , that love hath not an eye at all . Val . To see such lovers , Thurio , as yourself ; Upon a homely object love can wink . Enter Proteus . man . you , Enter Servant . came ? Pre . Your friends ...
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... Hath she forsworn me ? Pro . No , Valentine . Val . No Valentine , if Silvia hath forsworn me ! - What is your news ? Lawn . Sir , there's a proclamation that you are van- ish'd . Pre . That thou art banish'd , O , that's the news ...
... Hath she forsworn me ? Pro . No , Valentine . Val . No Valentine , if Silvia hath forsworn me ! - What is your news ? Lawn . Sir , there's a proclamation that you are van- ish'd . Pre . That thou art banish'd , O , that's the news ...
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... hath received your letter ; for the which she thanks you a thousand times ; and she gives you to notify , that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quic . Ay , forsooth ; and then ...
... hath received your letter ; for the which she thanks you a thousand times ; and she gives you to notify , that her husband will be absence from his house between ten and eleven . Fal . Ten and eleven ? Quic . Ay , forsooth ; and then ...
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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...