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Titel: Engelsch leesboek voor eerstbeginnende, benevens een woordenboekje
Auteur: Gedike, Friedrich; Bomhoff, Derk
Uitgave: Deventer: J. de Lange, 1840
5e verb. dr.
Opmerking: Vert. van: Englisches Lesebuch für Anfänger, nebst Wörterbuch und Sprachlehre. - 1795
Auteursrechten: Zie auteursrechten
Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4085
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200628
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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tion. Let us see thee begin it. How thou standest
like a post! Has Mercury struck thee with his
enfeebling rod ? Or art thou ashamed to let us
see how awkward thou art ? If he would permit
me, I would teach thee to dance in a way that
thou hast never yet learnt. But what else canst
thou 'do, thou bragging rascal ?
Duellist. 0 heavens! must I bear this? What
can I do with this fellow? I have neither sword,
nor pistol. And his shade seems to be twice as
strong as mine.
Mercury. You must answer his questions. It
was your own desire to have a conversation with
him. He is not well bred; but he will tell j-ou
some truths whieh you must hear in this place.
It would have been well for you, if you had
heard them above. He asked you, what you
could do besides eating and dancing.
Duellist. I sung very agreeably.
Savage. Let me hear you sing your death-song,
or the war-tchoop. I challenge you to sing. —
Come, begin. — The fellow is mute. — Mercury,
this is a liar. — He tells us nothing but lies.
Let me pull out his tongue.
Duellist. The lie given me! — and alas! I dare
not resent it. What an indelible disgrace to the
family of the Pushwells! This indeed is damnation.
Mercury. Here, Charon, take these two sa-
vages to your care. How far the barbarism of the
Mohawk will excuse his horrid acts, I leave Mi-
nos to judge. But the Englishman, what excuse
can he plead ? The custom of duelling ? A bad
excuse at the host; but in his ease it cannot avail.
The spirit that made him draw his sword against
his friend is not that of honour; it is tho spirit
of the Furies, and to them he must go.
Savage. If ho is to be punished, turn him
over to me. I understand the art of tormenting.
Sirrah, I begin with this kick on your breech.
Get you into the boat, or I'll U) give you another.