The Plays of William Shakspeare: Much ado about nothing ; Midsummer-night's dream ; Love's labour's lost ; Merchant of Venice ; As you like itJ. Nichols, 1811 |
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... Beatrice hath a quarrel to you ; the gentleman , that danced with her , told her , she is much wronged by you . Bene . O , she misused me past the endurance of a block ; an oak , but with one green leaf on it , would have answered her ...
... Beatrice hath a quarrel to you ; the gentleman , that danced with her , told her , she is much wronged by you . Bene . O , she misused me past the endurance of a block ; an oak , but with one green leaf on it , would have answered her ...
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William Shakespeare. Re - enter Claudio and Beatrice . D. Pedro . Look , here she comes . Bene . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes , that you can devise to ...
William Shakespeare. Re - enter Claudio and Beatrice . D. Pedro . Look , here she comes . Bene . Will your grace command me any service to the world's end ? I will go on the slightest errand now to the Antipodes , that you can devise to ...
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... Beatrice , I will get you one . Beat . I would rather have one of your father's getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you Your father got excellent husbands , if a maid could come by them . D. Pedro . Will you have me , lady ...
... Beatrice , I will get you one . Beat . I would rather have one of your father's getting : Hath your grace ne'er a brother like you Your father got excellent husbands , if a maid could come by them . D. Pedro . Will you have me , lady ...
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... Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say , she ...
... Beatrice . D. Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say , she ...
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... Beatrice . If we can do this , Cupid is no longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours , for we are the only love - gods . Go in with me , and I will tell you my drift . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Another room in Leonato's house . Enter Don ...
... Beatrice . If we can do this , Cupid is no longer an archer ; his glory shall be ours , for we are the only love - gods . Go in with me , and I will tell you my drift . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . Another room in Leonato's house . Enter Don ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Antonio art thou Bass Bassanio Beat Beatrice Benedick better Biron Bora Borachio Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin daughter dear Demetrius Dogb dost doth ducats Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair lady faith father fool gentle give grace Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Jessica Kath King lady Laun Launcelot Leon Leonato look lord Lorenzo lov'd lovers Lysander madam marry master Master constable merry mistress moon Moth musick Nerissa never night oath Oberon Orlando Pedro Philostrate play Pompey Portia praise pray thee prince Puck Pyramus Quin Rosalind Salan Salar SCENE Shylock signior sing soul speak swear sweet tell thank Theseus thing thou art thou hast Titania tongue Touch troth true word youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 317 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 105 - And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon, And the imperial vot'ress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell: It fell upon a little western flower, Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound ; And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Seite 104 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 292 - If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 357 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 373 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 357 - That feelingly persuade me what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head ; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Sermons in stones, and good in every thing.
Seite 328 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils : The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 248 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Seite 292 - 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?