Much Ado about Nothing: From the Cambridge Text of William Aldis WrightD. Estes and Company, 1900 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 22
Sivu 13
... speak after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? 145 Claud . No ; I pray thee speak in sober judge- ment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too ...
... speak after my custom , as being a professed tyrant to their sex ? 145 Claud . No ; I pray thee speak in sober judge- ment . Bene . Why , i ' faith , methinks she's too low for a high praise , too brown for a fair praise , and too ...
Sivu 15
... speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . Claud . That I love her , I feel ...
... speak this to fetch me in , my lord . D. Pedro . By my troth , I speak my thought . Claud . And , in faith , my lord , I spoke mine . Bene . And , by my two faiths and troths , my lord , I spoke mine . Claud . That I love her , I feel ...
Sivu 26
... Speak low , if you speak love . 85 [ Drawing her aside . Balth . Well , I would you did like me . Marg . So would not I , for your own sake ; for I have many ill qualities . Balth . Which is one ? Marg . I say my prayers aloud . 90 ...
... Speak low , if you speak love . 85 [ Drawing her aside . Balth . Well , I would you did like me . Marg . So would not I , for your own sake ; for I have many ill qualities . Balth . Which is one ? Marg . I say my prayers aloud . 90 ...
Sivu 33
... Speak , cousin ; or , if you cannot , stop his mouth with a kiss , and let not him speak neither . D. Pedro . In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . 281 Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of ...
... Speak , cousin ; or , if you cannot , stop his mouth with a kiss , and let not him speak neither . D. Pedro . In faith , lady , you have a merry heart . 281 Beat . Yea , my lord ; I thank it , poor fool , it keeps on the windy side of ...
Sivu 34
... speak all mirth and no matter . 297 D. Pedro . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best becomes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry hour . 300 Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there ...
... speak all mirth and no matter . 297 D. Pedro . Your silence most offends me , and to be merry best becomes you ; for , out of question , you were born in a merry hour . 300 Beat . No , sure , my lord , my mother cried ; but then there ...
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Much ADO about Nothing: From the Cambridge Text of William Aldis Wright William Shakespeare Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2015 |
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
accused Alexander Dyce answer Balth BALTHASAR Beat Bene Bora Borachio brother choly Claud Count Claudio cousin Cupid dare daughter DOGBERRY and VERGES Don John Dost thou doth edition Enter DON PEDRO Enter LEONATO Etchings and Photogravures Exeunt Exit eyes faith fashion father Folio fool Friar gentleman give Grace hang hath hear heart Hero Hero's History of France hither honest honour husband kill Lady Beatrice Leon LEONATO's house look lord maid Marg Margaret marriage marry Master constable melan merry Mess Messina morocco morrow never niece night Octavo offend ornithology praise pray thee prince and Claudio prince's Quarto SCENE Shakespeare Signior Benedick Signior Leonato sing slander sorrow wag soul speak swear sweet tell thank there's thou wilt to-morrow to-night tongue troth Ursula villain villany Watch wear William Aldis Wright William Shakespeare words
Suositut otteet
Sivu 84 - 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.
Sivu 58 - Why then, take no note of him, but let him go ; and presently call the rest of the watch together, and thank God you are rid of a knave.
Sivu 40 - Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never : Then sigh not so, but let them go, And be you blithe and bonny, Converting all your sounds of woe Into Hey nonny, nonny.