 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 726 Seiten
...tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast but till all graces be in one woman, one woman shall not come in my shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd... | |
 | 1849 - 606 Seiten
[ Der Inhalt dieser Seite ist beschränkt. ] | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1849 - 952 Seiten
...tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast N C shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 260 Seiten
...here, how beauteous mankind is, Oh brave new world, that has such people in it. .Alongo. a. 5 *. 1 Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, one of their kind that relish all as sharply, passion as they,be kindlier moved than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 656 Seiten
...tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 614 Seiten
...tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit ? An. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 772 Seiten
...tender. Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? An. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 540 Seiten
...Mine would. Sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. That if you now beheld them, your affections Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions ? and shall not myself, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art ? One of their kind, that relish... | |
| |
And mine shall Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier... 
