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O , my Anthonio , I do know of those That therefore only are reputed wife For
saying nothing ; who , I'm very sure , If they should speak , would almost damn
those ears , Which , hearing them , would call their brothers fools . The Merchant
of ...
O , my Anthonio , I do know of those That therefore only are reputed wife For
saying nothing ; who , I'm very sure , If they should speak , would almost damn
those ears , Which , hearing them , would call their brothers fools . The Merchant
of ...
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... hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander ,
Out - sweeten'd not thy breath : the suddock would With charitable bill ( O bill fore
- shaming Those rich - left heirs , that let their fathers lie Without a monument ! ) ...
... hare - bell , like thy veins ; no , nor The leaf of eglantine , whom not to slander ,
Out - sweeten'd not thy breath : the suddock would With charitable bill ( O bill fore
- shaming Those rich - left heirs , that let their fathers lie Without a monument ! ) ...
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Why , what care I ? if thou canst nod , speak too.com if charnel - houses and our
graves muit send Those that we bury , back ; our monuments Shall be the maws
of kites . [ The ghost vanishes . Lady . What quite unmann'd in folly ? Macb .
Why , what care I ? if thou canst nod , speak too.com if charnel - houses and our
graves muit send Those that we bury , back ; our monuments Shall be the maws
of kites . [ The ghost vanishes . Lady . What quite unmann'd in folly ? Macb .
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And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting , ( Which was a sın ) yet in beitowing ,
Madam , He was most princely : ever witnels for hiin Those twins of learning , that
he rais'd in you , Ipswich and Oxford ; one of which fell with him , Unwilling to ...
And though he were unsatisfy'd in getting , ( Which was a sın ) yet in beitowing ,
Madam , He was most princely : ever witnels for hiin Those twins of learning , that
he rais'd in you , Ipswich and Oxford ; one of which fell with him , Unwilling to ...
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Those that will hear me speak , let ' em stay here ; , Those that will follow Casius ,
go with him ; And public reasons shall be rendered . Of Cæsar's death . i Pieb . I
will hear Brutus speak . 2 Pleb . I will hear Caffius , and compare their reasons ...
Those that will hear me speak , let ' em stay here ; , Those that will follow Casius ,
go with him ; And public reasons shall be rendered . Of Cæsar's death . i Pieb . I
will hear Brutus speak . 2 Pleb . I will hear Caffius , and compare their reasons ...
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Seite 282 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 282 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Seite 149 - I hate him for he is a Christian ; But more for that in low simplicity He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.
Seite 137 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 199 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 82 - The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.
Seite 54 - Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? and all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 67 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 89 - 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.
Seite 281 - O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
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| Titel | The beauties of Shakespeare, selected from his plays and poems |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Ausgabe | 6 |
| Veröffentlicht | 1796 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 26. Okt. 2007 |
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