The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 2G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 50
... bring the doctor about by the fields : will it do well ? Shal . We will do it . Page , Shal . and Slen . Adieu , good master doctor . [ Exeunt Page , Shallow and Slender . Caius . By gar , me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a ...
... bring the doctor about by the fields : will it do well ? Shal . We will do it . Page , Shal . and Slen . Adieu , good master doctor . [ Exeunt Page , Shallow and Slender . Caius . By gar , me vill kill de priest ; for he speak for a ...
Pagina 51
... bring thee where mistress Anne Page is , at a farm - house a feasting ; and thou shall woo her : Cry'd game 1 , said I well ? Caius . By gar , me tank you for dat by gar , I love you ; and I shall procure - a you de good guest , de earl ...
... bring thee where mistress Anne Page is , at a farm - house a feasting ; and thou shall woo her : Cry'd game 1 , said I well ? Caius . By gar , me tank you for dat by gar , I love you ; and I shall procure - a you de good guest , de earl ...
Pagina 55
... gar , vit all my heart ; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar , he deceive me too . Eva . Well , I will smite his noddles : - Pray you follow . [ Excunt . SCENE II . The Street in Windsor . Enter Mistress OF WINDSOR . 55 55.
... gar , vit all my heart ; he promise to bring me vere is Anne Page : by gar , he deceive me too . Eva . Well , I will smite his noddles : - Pray you follow . [ Excunt . SCENE II . The Street in Windsor . Enter Mistress OF WINDSOR . 55 55.
Pagina 76
... bring this woman to evil for your good . Being thus cramm'd in the basket , a couple of Ford's knaves , his hinds , were call'd forth by their mistress , to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet - lane they took me on their ...
... bring this woman to evil for your good . Being thus cramm'd in the basket , a couple of Ford's knaves , his hinds , were call'd forth by their mistress , to carry me in the name of foul clothes to Datchet - lane they took me on their ...
Pagina 78
... bring my young man here to school : Look , where his master comes ; ' tis a playing - day , I see . Enter Sir HUGH EVANS . How now , sir Hugh ? no school to - day > Eva . No ; master Slender is let the boys leave to play . Quick ...
... bring my young man here to school : Look , where his master comes ; ' tis a playing - day , I see . Enter Sir HUGH EVANS . How now , sir Hugh ? no school to - day > Eva . No ; master Slender is let the boys leave to play . Quick ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Barnardine Bawd better brother Brownist Caius Claud Claudio Clown coney-catching death devil dost thou doth Duke Enter Sir Escal Exeunt Exit fairies Falstaff fault fellow Fent fool friar Froth gentleman give hath hear heart heaven Herne the hunter honour Host HUGH EVANS humour husband Illyria Is't Isab Isabel Isabella JOHNSON knave knight lady lord Angelo Lucio madam maid Malvolio marry master Brook master doctor master Fenton master Slender MEASURE FOR MEASURE mistress Anne mistress Ford never Olivia oman pardon peace Pist Pompey pray Prov Provost Quick Re-enter SCENE Shakspeare Shal Shallow Sir ANDREW Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir HUGH sir John sir John Falstaff Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH sir Topas Slen soul speak STEEVENS sweet tell thee there's thou art to-morrow Viola WARBURTON What's wife Windsor woman word
Populaire passages
Pagina 139 - 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.
Pagina 178 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Pagina 176 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Pagina 168 - O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear; your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low. Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers meeting, Every wise man's son doth know.
Pagina 367 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad ; so may my husband.
Pagina 293 - Alas ! alas ! 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 295 - Than the soft myrtle ; but man, proud man ! Drest in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd, His glassy essence, like an angry ape, Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, As make the angels weep ; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.
Pagina 313 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Pagina 175 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night :— Mark it, Cesario ; it is old and plain : The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chaunt it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Pagina 264 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves: for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.