The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: The merry wives of Windsor. Twelfth night. Measure for measure. Much ado about nothingT. Bensley, 1800 |
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Pagina 8
... head : What matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , fir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rafcals , Bardolph , I and 8 Act 1 . MERRY WIVES Shal. That he will not;-'tis ...
... head : What matter have you against me ? Slen . Marry , fir , I have matter in my head against you ; and against your coney - catching rafcals , Bardolph , I and 8 Act 1 . MERRY WIVES Shal. That he will not;-'tis ...
Pagina 17
... Phrygian Turk ! Nym . I have operations in my head , which be humours of revenge . Pift . Wilt thou revenge ? Nym . By welkin , and her star ! Pift . With wit , or feel ? Nym . Nym . With both the humours , I : I Act 1 . 17 OF WINDSOR .
... Phrygian Turk ! Nym . I have operations in my head , which be humours of revenge . Pift . Wilt thou revenge ? Nym . By welkin , and her star ! Pift . With wit , or feel ? Nym . Nym . With both the humours , I : I Act 1 . 17 OF WINDSOR .
Pagina 19
... head ; he hath fought with a warrener . Quick . How fay you ? -0 , I should remember him . Does he not hold up his head , as it were ? and ftrut in his gait ? Sim . Yes , indeed , does he . Quick . Well , heaven send Anne Page no worfe ...
... head ; he hath fought with a warrener . Quick . How fay you ? -0 , I should remember him . Does he not hold up his head , as it were ? and ftrut in his gait ? Sim . Yes , indeed , does he . Quick . Well , heaven send Anne Page no worfe ...
Pagina 21
... head out of my door - Follow my heels , Rugby . C [ Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY . Quick . Quick . You fhall have An fools - head of Act 1 21 OF WINDSOR .
... head out of my door - Follow my heels , Rugby . C [ Exeunt CAIUS and RUGBY . Quick . Quick . You fhall have An fools - head of Act 1 21 OF WINDSOR .
Pagina 22
William Shakespeare. Quick . You fhall have An fools - head of your own . No , I know Anne's mind for that : never a woman in Windfor knows more of Anne's mind than I do ; nor can do more than I do with her , I thank heaven . Fent ...
William Shakespeare. Quick . You fhall have An fools - head of your own . No , I know Anne's mind for that : never a woman in Windfor knows more of Anne's mind than I do ; nor can do more than I do with her , I thank heaven . Fent ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Afide againſt Anne anſwer bawd Beat Beatrice Benedick better Bora brother Caius Claud Claudio coufin defire doft Dogb doth Duke Efcal Enter Exeunt Exit faid FALSTAFF feems fent fhall fignior fir John firſt fome fool Ford foul fpeak friar fuch fure gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter Hero himſelf Hoft honeſt honour houfe houſe huſband Ifab Illyria itſelf knave lady Leon Leonato Lucio mafter mafter Brook maid Malvolio marry miftrefs miſtreſs miſtreſs Ford moft moſt muſt myſelf night Pedro Pift pleaſe Pompey pray preſent prince priſon Prov Provoft purpoſe Quick Re-enter reaſon ſay SCENE ſee Shal ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow SIR ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK SIR TOBY SIR TOBY BELCH Slen ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtrange tell thee there's theſe thou art thouſand to-morrow uſe wife Windfor woman yourſelf
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Pagina 56 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out, That what we have we prize not to the worth, Whiles we enjoy it; but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value; then we find The virtue, that possession would not show us, Whiles it was ours...
Pagina 38 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep. A breath thou art (Servile to all the skyey influences) That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st, Hourly afflict.
Pagina 25 - Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If He, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Pagina 1 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ! it had a dying fall : O ! it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.