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Titel: Engelsch leesboek voor eerstbeginnenden, benevens een woordenboekje
Auteur: Gedike, Friedrich
Uitgave: Deventer: J. de Lange, 1853
6e 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. 4089
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200629
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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tion. Let ns 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. Thou must answer his questions. It
was thy own desire lo have a conversation with
him. He is not well bred; but he will tell thee
some truths, which thou must hear in this place.
It would have been well for thee, if thou hadst
heard them above. He asked thee, what thou
couldst do besides eating and dancing.
Duellist. I sung very agreeably.
Savage. Let me hear thee sing thy death-
song, or the war-whoop. I challenge thee 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 Push wells! 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 best; but in his case it cannot avail.
The spirit, that made him draw his sword against
his friend, is not that of honour; it is the spirit
of the Furies, and to them he must go.
Savage. If he is to be punished, turn him
over to me. I understand the art of tormenting.
Sirrah, I begin with this kick on thy breech. Get
thee into the boat, or I'll 14) give thee another.