The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Zväzok 3R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Výsledky 1 - 5 z 25.
Strana 34
... fince , how much I am in the favour of Margaret , the waiting gentlewoman to Hero , John . I remember . Bora . I can , at any unfeasonable inftant of the night , appoint her to look out at her Lady's cham- ber - window .. John . What ...
... fince , how much I am in the favour of Margaret , the waiting gentlewoman to Hero , John . I remember . Bora . I can , at any unfeasonable inftant of the night , appoint her to look out at her Lady's cham- ber - window .. John . What ...
Strana 62
... fince you left it ; doth not my wit become me rarely ? Beat . It is not feen enough ; you fhould wear it in your cap . By my troth , I am fick . Marg . Get you fome of this distilled Carduus Benedictus , and lay it to your heart ; it is ...
... fince you left it ; doth not my wit become me rarely ? Beat . It is not feen enough ; you fhould wear it in your cap . By my troth , I am fick . Marg . Get you fome of this distilled Carduus Benedictus , and lay it to your heart ; it is ...
Strana 102
... fince I do purpose to marry , I will think nothing to any pur pofe that the world can fay against it ; and there- fore never flout at me for what I have faid against it ; for man is a giddy thing , and this is my con- clufion . For thy ...
... fince I do purpose to marry , I will think nothing to any pur pofe that the world can fay against it ; and there- fore never flout at me for what I have faid against it ; for man is a giddy thing , and this is my con- clufion . For thy ...
Strana 120
... fince , but , I think , now ' tis not to be found ; or if it were , it would neither serve for the writing , nor the tune . Arm . I will have that fubject newly writ o'er , that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent . Boy ...
... fince , but , I think , now ' tis not to be found ; or if it were , it would neither serve for the writing , nor the tune . Arm . I will have that fubject newly writ o'er , that I may example my digreffion by fome mighty precedent . Boy ...
Strana 166
... fince her time , are colliers counted ... bright ... King . And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack . Dum . Darkneeds no candle now , for dark is light .. Biron . Your mittreifes dare never come in rain , For fear their colours ...
... fince her time , are colliers counted ... bright ... King . And Ethiops of their sweet complexion crack . Dum . Darkneeds no candle now , for dark is light .. Biron . Your mittreifes dare never come in rain , For fear their colours ...
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Afide againſt Aglet anfwer Antigonus Aquitain Beat Beatrice becauſe Benedick Biron Bohemia Bora Borachio Boyet brother Camillo Claud Claudio Coft Coftard coufin daughter defire doft Dogb doth elfe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fair Fair Ladies falfe father feems feen fenfe fhall fhame fhew fhould fince fing firſt fome fool foul fpeak Friar ftand fuch fure fwear fweet fworn gentleman grace hath hear heart Hermione Hero himſelf honeft honour Jaquenetta kifs King Lady lefs Leon Leonato Lord Madam mafter marry moft moſt Moth muft muſt myſelf Navarre never paffage Paul Paulina perfon pleaſe Polixenes Pompey praife praiſe pray prefent Prince Princefs Queen reafon Rofa ſhall ſhe Shep Sicilia Signior ſpeak ſtay tell thee thefe theſe thofe tongue troth whofe wife word yourſelf
Populárne pasáže
Strana 124 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal. His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Strana 281 - For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long: Grace and remembrance be to you both, And welcome to our shearing!
Strana 229 - Why, then the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing ; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.
Strana 213 - 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 crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.