The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 3. kötetR. Crowder, 1772 |
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6. oldal
... Lord of Florence , favourite to Don Pedro . Benedick , a young Lord of Padua , favoured likewife by Don Pedro . Balthafar , fervant to Don Pedro . Antonio , brother to Leonato . Borachio , confident to Don John . Conrade , friend to ...
... Lord of Florence , favourite to Don Pedro . Benedick , a young Lord of Padua , favoured likewife by Don Pedro . Balthafar , fervant to Don Pedro . Antonio , brother to Leonato . Borachio , confident to Don John . Conrade , friend to ...
9. oldal
... lord to a lord , a man to a man , stuffed with all honourable virtues . Beat . It is fo indeed : ( 2 ) he is no less than a ftuffed man ; but for the ftuffing - Well , we are all mortal . Leon . You must not , Sir , mistake my niece ...
... lord to a lord , a man to a man , stuffed with all honourable virtues . Beat . It is fo indeed : ( 2 ) he is no less than a ftuffed man ; but for the ftuffing - Well , we are all mortal . Leon . You must not , Sir , mistake my niece ...
12. oldal
... Lord , you shall not be forfworn . - Let me bid you welcome , my Lord ; being reconciled to the prince your brother , I owe you all duty . John . I thank you ; I am not of many words , but I thank you . Leon . Please it your Grace lead ...
... Lord , you shall not be forfworn . - Let me bid you welcome , my Lord ; being reconciled to the prince your brother , I owe you all duty . John . I thank you ; I am not of many words , but I thank you . Leon . Please it your Grace lead ...
14. oldal
... Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ; but , indeed , God forbid it should be fo . Glaud . If my paffion change ... Lord . Pedro . By my troth , I fpeak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my Lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And by my ...
... Lord , it is not so , nor ' twas not fo ; but , indeed , God forbid it should be fo . Glaud . If my paffion change ... Lord . Pedro . By my troth , I fpeak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my Lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And by my ...
17. oldal
... Lord ' ? Pedro . No child but Hero , fhe's his only heir : Doft thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my Lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I looked upon her with a foldier's eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in ...
... Lord ' ? Pedro . No child but Hero , fhe's his only heir : Doft thou affect her , Claudio ? Claud . O my Lord , When you went onward on this ended action , I looked upon her with a foldier's eye ; That liked , but had a rougher tafk in ...
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124. oldal - 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...
281. oldal - 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!
229. oldal - 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.
213. oldal - 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.