Tempest. Two gentlemen of Verona. Merry wives of Windsor. Measure for measure. Comedy of errors. Much ado about nothing. Love's labour's lost. Midsummer night's dream. Merchant of Venice. As you like it. Taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth night. A winter's tale. King John. King Richard II. First and second parts of King Henry IV. King Henry V. First and second parts of King Henry VIG. Routledge & sons, limited, 1875 |
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... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the topsail : Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio ...
... Exit . Enter Mariners . Boats . Heigh , my hearts ; cheerly , cheerly , my hearts ; yare , yare : Take in the topsail : Tend to the master's whistle . - Blow till thou burst thy wind , if room enough ! Enter Alonso , Sebastian , Antonio ...
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... Exit Ariel . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
... Exit Ariel . Awake , dear heart , awake ! thou hast slept well ; Awake ! Mira . The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me . Pro . Shake it off : Come on ; We'll visit Caliban , my slave , who never Yields us kind answer . Mira ...
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... Exit Prospero from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand In this strange stare ? [ you Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and ...
... Exit Prospero from above . Gon . I ' the name of something holy , sir , why stand In this strange stare ? [ you Alon . O , it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke , and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and ...
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... Exit . Pro . Ye elves of hills , brooks , standing lakes , and And ye that on the sands with printless foot [ groves ; Do chase the ebbing Neptune , and do fly him , When he comes back ; you demi - puppets that By moonshine do the green ...
... Exit . Pro . Ye elves of hills , brooks , standing lakes , and And ye that on the sands with printless foot [ groves ; Do chase the ebbing Neptune , and do fly him , When he comes back ; you demi - puppets that By moonshine do the green ...
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... Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What ' fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And would not force the letter to my view ...
... Exit . Jul . And yet , I would I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What ' fool is she , that knows I am a maid , And would not force the letter to my view ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier Richard Plantagenet SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto villain wife wilt word York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 374 - Or, What good love may I perform for you ? Many a poor man's son would have lain still, And ne'er have spoke a loving word to you; But you, at your sick service, had a prince. Nay, you may think my love was crafty love, And call it cunning. Do, an' if you will ; If heaven be pleased that you must use me ill, Why, then you must.
Seite 223 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...