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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13. oldal
... thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the ...
... thee tell me truly how thou likest her . Bene . Would you buy her , that you enquire after her ? Claud . Can the world buy fuch a jewel ? Bene . Yea , and a cafe to put it into . But fpeak you this with a fad brow ? or do you play the ...
15. oldal
... thee , ere I die , look pale with love . f · Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ...
... thee , ere I die , look pale with love . f · Bene . With anger , with fickness , or with hun- ger , my Lord , not with love : prove that ever I lofe more blood with love , than I will get again with drinking , pick out mine eyes with a ...
17. oldal
... thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my 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 ...
... thee good . Claud . Hath Leonato any fon , my 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 ...
21. oldal
... By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband if thou be fo fhrewd of thy tongue Ant . In faith , fhe's too curst . Beat . Too curit is more than curft ; I fhall leflen God's fending that way ; for it is faid , ABOUT NOTHING .
... By my troth , niece , thou wilt never get thee a husband if thou be fo fhrewd of thy tongue Ant . In faith , fhe's too curst . Beat . Too curit is more than curft ; I fhall leflen God's fending that way ; for it is faid , ABOUT NOTHING .
31. oldal
... thee joy . Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortune : his Grace hath made the match , and all Grace fay Amen to it . Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue .——— Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ; I ...
... thee joy . Leon . Count , take of me my daughter , and with her my fortune : his Grace hath made the match , and all Grace fay Amen to it . Beat . Speak , Count , ' tis your cue .——— Claud . Silence is the perfecteft herald of joy ; I ...
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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.