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 23.
Strana 15
... honeft man and a good gardener ; loved lettice well , falads and cabbage reafon- able well , yet no tobacco . Again , Adam Bell , a füb- ftantial outlaw , and a palling good archer , yet no tobac- conift . By this it appears that Adam ...
... honeft man and a good gardener ; loved lettice well , falads and cabbage reafon- able well , yet no tobacco . Again , Adam Bell , a füb- ftantial outlaw , and a palling good archer , yet no tobac- conift . By this it appears that Adam ...
Strana 25
... honeft Ovid , was amongst the Goths . Faq . O knowledge ill inhabited , worie than Jove in a thatched houfe . I am naturally drawn here to correct a paffage in Beau- mont and Fletcher's Two Noble Kinsmen , where a fault of the like kind ...
... honeft Ovid , was amongst the Goths . Faq . O knowledge ill inhabited , worie than Jove in a thatched houfe . I am naturally drawn here to correct a paffage in Beau- mont and Fletcher's Two Noble Kinsmen , where a fault of the like kind ...
Strana 28
... honeft drover ;. fo they fell bullocks : but did you think the Prince would have ferved you thus ? Claud . I pray you , leave me . Bene . Ho ! now you ftrike like the blind man ; ' twas the boy that ftole your meat , and you'll beat the ...
... honeft drover ;. fo they fell bullocks : but did you think the Prince would have ferved you thus ? Claud . I pray you , leave me . Bene . Ho ! now you ftrike like the blind man ; ' twas the boy that ftole your meat , and you'll beat the ...
Strana 49
... honeft flanders To ftain my coufin with ; one doth not know How much an ill - word may impoifon liking . Urfu . O , do not do your coufin fuch a wrong : She cannot be fo much without true judgment , Having fo fwift and excellent a wit ...
... honeft flanders To ftain my coufin with ; one doth not know How much an ill - word may impoifon liking . Urfu . O , do not do your coufin fuch a wrong : She cannot be fo much without true judgment , Having fo fwift and excellent a wit ...
Strana 57
... honeft neighbours . T pray you , watch about Signior Leonato's door ; for the wedding being there to - morrow , there is a great coil to night . Adieu ; be vigilant , I befeech you . [ Exeunt Dogberry and Verges . Enter BORACHIO and ...
... honeft neighbours . T pray you , watch about Signior Leonato's door ; for the wedding being there to - morrow , there is a great coil to night . Adieu ; be vigilant , I befeech you . [ Exeunt Dogberry and Verges . Enter BORACHIO and ...
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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.