The plays of William Shakespeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson, Band 3 |
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... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life : and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef . Ne ...
... these Conferves ? 3 Serv . What raiment will your Honour wear to- day ? Sly . I am Chriftophero Sly , call not me Honour , nor Lordship : I ne'er drank fack in my life : and if you give me any Conferves , give me Conferves of beef . Ne ...
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... these abject lowly dreams . Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll ...
... these abject lowly dreams . Look , how thy fervants do attend on thee ; Each in his office ready at thy beck . Wilt thou have mufick ? hark , Apollo plays ; [ Mufick . And twenty caged nightingales do fing . Or wilt thou fleep ? we'll ...
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... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
... These fifteen years you have been in a dream , Or , when you wak'd , fo wak'd as if you flept . Sly . Thefe fifteen years ! by my fay , a goodly nap : But did I never speak of all that time ? 1 Man . Oh , yes , my Lord , but very idle ...
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... these , Which never were , nor no man ever faw . Sly . Now Lord be thanked for my good amends ! All . Amen . Sly . By th ' Mafs , I think I am a Lord indeed . What is thy namę ? Man . Sim , an't please your Honour . Sly . Sim ? that's ...
... these , Which never were , nor no man ever faw . Sly . Now Lord be thanked for my good amends ! All . Amen . Sly . By th ' Mafs , I think I am a Lord indeed . What is thy namę ? Man . Sim , an't please your Honour . Sly . Sim ? that's ...
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... these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
... these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid , how mean you that ? no mates for you ; Unless you were of gentler , milder , mould . Cath . I'faith , Sir , you fhall never need to fear , I wis , it is not half way to her heart : But if it were ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt anſwer Antipholis Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Bianca Bion Cath Catharine Claud Claudio Coufin Count doft Dogb doth Dromio Duke elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe faid faſhion father Faulc Faulconbridge feems fenfe fent ferve fhall fhew fhould fince firft firſt fome foul fpeak France ftand fuch fure fwear fweet Gremio hath hear heav'n Hero himſelf honour Hortenfio houſe huſband itſelf John Kate King King John knave Lady Leon Leonato Lord Lucentio Madam mafter marry miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf never Padua paffage Pedro Petruchio pleaſe pray prefent Prince purpoſe reafon reft ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe Signior ſpeak tell thee thefe THEOBALD theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Tranio uſe villain WARBURTON whofe wife word yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 460 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 503 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 365 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 95 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands, But love, fair looks, and true obedience; — Too little payment for so great a debt.