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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1 - 5 találat összesen 43 találatból.
20. oldal
... may prove food to my difpleafure : that young fart - ups hath the glory of my overthrow ; if I can crofs . him any way , I blefs myfelf every way ; you are both fure , and will affift me . -Cent . To the death , my Lord , John 20 MUCH ADO .
... may prove food to my difpleafure : that young fart - ups hath the glory of my overthrow ; if I can crofs . him any way , I blefs myfelf every way ; you are both fure , and will affift me . -Cent . To the death , my Lord , John 20 MUCH ADO .
21. oldal
... death , my Lord , John . Let us to the great fupper ; their cheer is the greater that I am fubdued . Would the cook were of my mind ! --- fhall we go prove what's to be done ? ! . Bora . We'll wait upon your Lordship . [ Exeunt . A CT ...
... death , my Lord , John . Let us to the great fupper ; their cheer is the greater that I am fubdued . Would the cook were of my mind ! --- fhall we go prove what's to be done ? ! . Bora . We'll wait upon your Lordship . [ Exeunt . A CT ...
35. oldal
... death of this marriage ? Bora . The poifon of that lyes in you to temper ; go you to the Prince your brother , fpare not to tell him that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio , ( whofe eftimation do you mightily ...
... death of this marriage ? Bora . The poifon of that lyes in you to temper ; go you to the Prince your brother , fpare not to tell him that he hath wronged his honour in marrying the renowned Claudio , ( whofe eftimation do you mightily ...
48. oldal
... and lace of gold well garnished : My stately treffes covered with a net Of beaten gold , most pure and brightly varnished , & c . Out of myself , prefs me to death with wit I MUCH A DO . (13) If low, an Agat very vilely ...
... and lace of gold well garnished : My stately treffes covered with a net Of beaten gold , most pure and brightly varnished , & c . Out of myself , prefs me to death with wit I MUCH A DO . (13) If low, an Agat very vilely ...
49. oldal
... death with wit : Therefore let Benedick , like covered fire , Confume away in fighs , waste inwardly ; It were a better death than die with mocks , Which is as bad as ' tis to die with tickling . Urfu . Yet tell her of it ; hear what ...
... death with wit : Therefore let Benedick , like covered fire , Confume away in fighs , waste inwardly ; It were a better death than die with mocks , Which is as bad as ' tis to die with tickling . Urfu . Yet tell her of it ; hear what ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
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.