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 19
... I'll fetch it you . I am glad he nt not in himfelf : if he had found the young man , he uld have been horn - mad . [ Afide . Caius . Fe , fe , fe , fe ! ma foi , il fait fort chaud . Je m'en vais à la Cour , —la grande affaire . Quick ...
... I'll fetch it you . I am glad he nt not in himfelf : if he had found the young man , he uld have been horn - mad . [ Afide . Caius . Fe , fe , fe , fe ! ma foi , il fait fort chaud . Je m'en vais à la Cour , —la grande affaire . Quick ...
Pagina 20
... I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire , and need not . Caius . Sir Hugh send - a you ? -Rugby , baillez me some paper ; tarry you a little - a while . [ Writes . Quick . I am glad he is fo quiet : Quick . 20 Act 1 . MERRY WIVES Quick. Is ...
... I'll ne'er put my finger in the fire , and need not . Caius . Sir Hugh send - a you ? -Rugby , baillez me some paper ; tarry you a little - a while . [ Writes . Quick . I am glad he is fo quiet : Quick . 20 Act 1 . MERRY WIVES Quick. Is ...
Pagina 21
... I'll do your mafter what good I can ; and the very yea and the no is , the French doctor , my master . — I may call him my master , look you , for I keep his houfe ; and I wash , wring , brew , bake , fcour , dress meat and drink , make ...
... I'll do your mafter what good I can ; and the very yea and the no is , the French doctor , my master . — I may call him my master , look you , for I keep his houfe ; and I wash , wring , brew , bake , fcour , dress meat and drink , make ...
Pagina 22
... I'll be fworn on a book , she loves you : Have not your worship a wart above your eye ? Fent . Yes , marry , have I ; what of that ? Quick . Well , thereby hangs a tale ; -good faith , it is fuch another Nan ; but , I'deteft , an honest ...
... I'll be fworn on a book , she loves you : Have not your worship a wart above your eye ? Fent . Yes , marry , have I ; what of that ? Quick . Well , thereby hangs a tale ; -good faith , it is fuch another Nan ; but , I'deteft , an honest ...
Pagina 24
... I'll exhibit a bili in the parliament for the putting down of men . How hall I be revenged on him ? for revenged I will be , as fure as his guts are made of puddings . Enter ' 0 S f Enter Miftrefs FORD . Mrs. Ford 24 Act 11 . MERRY WIVES.
... I'll exhibit a bili in the parliament for the putting down of men . How hall I be revenged on him ? for revenged I will be , as fure as his guts are made of puddings . Enter ' 0 S f Enter Miftrefs FORD . Mrs. Ford 24 Act 11 . MERRY WIVES.
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
Pasaje populare
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.