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 11 találatból.
7. oldal
... reason to determine that Hero's mother was living . It seems as if the Poet had in his first plan defigned fuch a character ; which , on a furvey of it , he found would be fuperfluous ; and therefore he left it out . Leon . A victory is ...
... reason to determine that Hero's mother was living . It seems as if the Poet had in his first plan defigned fuch a character ; which , on a furvey of it , he found would be fuperfluous ; and therefore he left it out . Leon . A victory is ...
19. oldal
... reason . John . And when I have heard it , what bleffing bringeth it . Conr . If not a prefent remedy , yet a patient fuffer- ance . John . I wonder that thou ( being , as thou fayeft thou art , born under Saturn ) goeft about to apply ...
... reason . John . And when I have heard it , what bleffing bringeth it . Conr . If not a prefent remedy , yet a patient fuffer- ance . John . I wonder that thou ( being , as thou fayeft thou art , born under Saturn ) goeft about to apply ...
36. oldal
... reason to accufe her of difloyalty . Befides , how could her naming Claudio make the Prince and Claudio believe that the loved Borachio , as he defires Don John to infinuate to them that fhe did ? The circumftances weighed , there is no ...
... reason to accufe her of difloyalty . Befides , how could her naming Claudio make the Prince and Claudio believe that the loved Borachio , as he defires Don John to infinuate to them that fhe did ? The circumftances weighed , there is no ...
100. oldal
... reason . Bene . Why , then your Uncle , and the Prince , and Claudio , have been deceived ; they fwore you did . Beat . Do not you love me ? Bene . Troth , no , no more than reafon .. Beat . Why , then my Coufin , Margaret , and Ur ...
... reason . Bene . Why , then your Uncle , and the Prince , and Claudio , have been deceived ; they fwore you did . Beat . Do not you love me ? Bene . Troth , no , no more than reafon .. Beat . Why , then my Coufin , Margaret , and Ur ...
128. oldal
... reason I will yield unto : Meantime , receive fuch welcome at my hand , As honour without breach of honour may Make tender of to thy true worthiness . You may not come , fair Princefs , in my gates ; But here without you fhall be so ...
... reason I will yield unto : Meantime , receive fuch welcome at my hand , As honour without breach of honour may Make tender of to thy true worthiness . You may not come , fair Princefs , in my gates ; But here without you fhall be so ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
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.