The Works of Shakespeare, Ausgabe 10 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-3 von 19
Seite 304
But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foil'd , there is but one sham'd that was never gracious ; if kill'd , but one dead that is willing to be I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none ...
But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foil'd , there is but one sham'd that was never gracious ; if kill'd , but one dead that is willing to be I shall do my friends no wrong , for I have none ...
Seite 342
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye : " Tis pretty , sure , and very probable That eyes ( that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies ) Should be callid tyrants , butchers , murderers !
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye : " Tis pretty , sure , and very probable That eyes ( that are the frail'st and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on atomies ) Should be callid tyrants , butchers , murderers !
Seite 359
Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . a Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to sound ' when he shew'd me your handkercher ? ORL . Ay ; and greater wonders than that . Ros . O , I know where you are : nay ...
Wounded it is , but with the eyes of a lady . a Ros . Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to sound ' when he shew'd me your handkercher ? ORL . Ay ; and greater wonders than that . Ros . O , I know where you are : nay ...
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ACT II Sc ACT III ADAM answer Audrey bear beard BEAU better bring brother callid CELIA Charles comes Court Cousin daughter desire doth DUKE F Enter exeunt exit eyes fair faith fall father fool Forest Fortune friends gentle give Grace hand hast hath hear heart hither honour hour I'll JAQUES keep lack ladies leave live look Lord lover man's marry Master means meet mistress Nature never OLIVER Orlando Phebe pity play poor pr’ythee pray pretty reason Rosalind SCENE seek Shepherd sight Silvius song speak strange sure sweet tell thank thee thing thou art to-morrow tongue Touch TOUCHSTONE tree true truly verses wise withal woman World wrastling young youth