The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Band 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... art thou the worse For this poor furniture , and mean array . If thou account'st it shame , lay it on me ; And therefore frolic : we will hence forthwith , To feast and sport us at thy father's house . Go , call my men , and let us ...
... art thou the worse For this poor furniture , and mean array . If thou account'st it shame , lay it on me ; And therefore frolic : we will hence forthwith , To feast and sport us at thy father's house . Go , call my men , and let us ...
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... thou art not mad : This is a man , old , wrinkled , faded , wither'd , And not a maiden , as thou say'st he is . Kath . Pardon , old father , my mistaking eyes , That have been so bedazzled with the sun , That 66 66 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... thou art not mad : This is a man , old , wrinkled , faded , wither'd , And not a maiden , as thou say'st he is . Kath . Pardon , old father , my mistaking eyes , That have been so bedazzled with the sun , That 66 66 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and , withal , make known Which way thou travellest : if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair Sir , and ...
... thou art a reverend father ; Pardon , I pray thee , for my mad mistaking . Pet . Do , good old grandsire ; and , withal , make known Which way thou travellest : if along with us , We shall be joyful of thy company . Vin . Fair Sir , and ...
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... Thou liest : his father is come from Pisa , and here looking out at the window . Vin . Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay 68 68 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
... Thou liest : his father is come from Pisa , and here looking out at the window . Vin . Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay 68 68 TAMING OF THE SHREW .
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... Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay , Sir ; so his mother says , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , gentleman ! [ To VINCEN . ] why , this is flat knavery , to take upon you another man's name . Ped . Lay hands on the villain . I ...
... Art thou his father ? Ped . Ay , Sir ; so his mother says , if I may believe her . Pet . Why , how now , gentleman ! [ To VINCEN . ] why , this is flat knavery , to take upon you another man's name . Ped . Lay hands on the villain . I ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Seite 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Seite 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Seite 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...