The Works of Shakespeare, Band 4,Ausgabe 17 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-3 von 10
Seite 183
LADY . But hear you , my Lord . Hot . What say'st thou , my Lady ? LADY . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my Love , my horse . LADY . Out , you mad - headed Ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen 10 As you ...
LADY . But hear you , my Lord . Hot . What say'st thou , my Lady ? LADY . What is it carries you away ? Hot . Why , my horse , my Love , my horse . LADY . Out , you mad - headed Ape ! A weasel hath not such a deal of spleen 10 As you ...
Seite 184
LADY . Come , come , you Paraquito , answer me Directly unto this question that I ask : In faith , I'll break thy little finger , Harry , An if thou wilt not tell me true . Нот . Away , Away , you Trifler ! Love ?
LADY . Come , come , you Paraquito , answer me Directly unto this question that I ask : In faith , I'll break thy little finger , Harry , An if thou wilt not tell me true . Нот . Away , Away , you Trifler ! Love ?
Seite 206
LADY P. Then should you be nothing but musical ; For you are altogether govern'd by humours . Lie still , ye Thief , and hear the lady sing in Welsh . Hot . I had rather hear Lady , my brach , ' howl in Irish . LADY P. Would'st thou ...
LADY P. Then should you be nothing but musical ; For you are altogether govern'd by humours . Lie still , ye Thief , and hear the lady sing in Welsh . Hot . I had rather hear Lady , my brach , ' howl in Irish . LADY P. Would'st thou ...
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ACT I Sc ACT II Anon arms BARD BARDOLPH bear better blood BLUNT brother comes Cousin coward death Devil dost doth Doug Douglas Earl Earth Enter exeunt exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fight four Francis friends Gads give GLEND Glendower Grace hand Harry hath head hear heart HENRY hold honour horse Host Hostess HOTSPUR hour I'll Jack John keep King LADY LANCASTER leave live look Lord matter meet Mortimer never night noble NORTH Percy plague play Poins poor pr’ythee PRINCE Prince of Wales prisoners reason rogue sack SCENE Scot Sir John soldiers speak stand sweet sword tell thee there's thing thou art thou hast thousand true villainous Westmoreland WORCESTER Нот