ComediesD. Appleton, 1876 |
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... thy lord ? TITA . Then I must be thy lady : But I know When thou hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from ...
... thy lord ? TITA . Then I must be thy lady : But I know When thou hast stolen away from fairy land , And in the shape of Corin sat all day , Playing on pipes of corn , and versing love To amorous Phillida . Why art thou here , Come from ...
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... thy sweet sake . Transparent Helena ! Nature shows her art , That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart . Where is Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword ! HEL . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so ...
... thy sweet sake . Transparent Helena ! Nature shows her art , That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart . Where is Demetrius ? O , how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword ! HEL . Do not say so , Lysander ; say not so ...
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... thou art changed ! what do I see on thee ? Bor . What do you see ? you see an ass - head of your own ; Do you ? Re - enter QUINCE . QUIN . Bless thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art trans- lated . [ Exit . BOT . I see their knavery ...
... thou art changed ! what do I see on thee ? Bor . What do you see ? you see an ass - head of your own ; Do you ? Re - enter QUINCE . QUIN . Bless thee , Bottom ! bless thee ! thou art trans- lated . [ Exit . BOT . I see their knavery ...
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... Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful . BOT . Not so , neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood , I have enough to serve mine own turn . TITA . Out of this wood do not desire to go ; Thou shalt remain here , whether thou ...
... Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful . BOT . Not so , neither : but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood , I have enough to serve mine own turn . TITA . Out of this wood do not desire to go ; Thou shalt remain here , whether thou ...
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... thy Hermia ; I will none : If e'er I lov'd her , all that love is gone . My ... thou aby it dear.— Look , where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Enter ... art not by mine eye , Lysander , found 36 ACT III . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
... thy Hermia ; I will none : If e'er I lov'd her , all that love is gone . My ... thou aby it dear.— Look , where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear . Enter ... art not by mine eye , Lysander , found 36 ACT III . A MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antonio Appears BASS Bassanio better Bianca BION BIONDELLO Bohemia brother Camillo comes COUNT daughter dear Demetrius dost doth ducats DUKE Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Hortensio Illyria Kate KATH king knave lady LAUN LEON look lord Lucentio Lysander madam maid Malvolio marry master mistress never night Orlando Padua Petrucio play poor pray prithee PUCK Pyramus queen ring Rosalind Rousillon SCENE servant Shakspere SHEP Shylock signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK sir Toby speak swear sweet tell thee there's Theseus thine thou art thou hast Titania tongue Tranio unto wife wilt word young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 112 - Hath not a Jew eyes ? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? if you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,...
Seite 570 - Say there be; Yet nature is made better by no mean But nature makes that mean: so, over 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 14 - Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the Fairy Queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours. I must go seek some dewdrops here, And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Seite 52 - The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt : The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven ; And, as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation, and a name.
Seite 88 - How like a fawning publican he looks ! I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 90 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug, For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Seite 141 - The moon shines bright : — In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise ; in such a night, Troilus, methinks, mounted the Trojan walls, And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents, Where Cressid lay that night.