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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23. oldal
... thing , and fo dance . out the answer ; for hear me , Here , wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace ; the first fuit is hot and hafty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
... thing , and fo dance . out the answer ; for hear me , Here , wooing , wedding , and repenting , is as a Scotch jig , a measure , and a cinque - pace ; the first fuit is hot and hafty , like a Scotch jig , and full as fantastical ; the ...
27. oldal
... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Exeunt . Manent JOHN ... things , C 2 Save in the office and affairs of love ; Therefore ABOUT NOTHING . 27.
... thing . Beat . Nay , if they lead to any ill , I will leave them at the next turning . [ Exeunt . Manent JOHN ... things , C 2 Save in the office and affairs of love ; Therefore ABOUT NOTHING . 27.
32. oldal
... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle : by your Grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my Lord ; fhe is never fad ...
... things I told you of ? Beat . I cry you mercy , uncle : by your Grace's pardon . [ Exit Beatrice . Pedro . By my troth , a pleasant - spirited lady . Leon . There's little of the melancholy element in her , my Lord ; fhe is never fad ...
33. oldal
... things answer my mind . Pedro Come , you shake the head at fo long a breathing ; but I warrant thee , Claudio , the time fhall not go dully by us ; I will in the interim un- dertake one of Hercules's labours , which is to bring Signior ...
... things answer my mind . Pedro Come , you shake the head at fo long a breathing ; but I warrant thee , Claudio , the time fhall not go dully by us ; I will in the interim un- dertake one of Hercules's labours , which is to bring Signior ...
35. oldal
... thing . ( 9 ) Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell , ( 9 ) Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell them that you know Hero loves me ...
... thing . ( 9 ) Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell , ( 9 ) Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pedro and the Count Claudio alone ; tell them that you know Hero loves me ...
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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.