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Virtue he had, deserving to command: His brandish'd sword did blind men with
his beams; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; His sparkling eyes
replete with wrathful fire, More dazzled and drove back his enemies, Than mid-
day ...
Virtue he had, deserving to command: His brandish'd sword did blind men with
his beams; His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; His sparkling eyes
replete with wrathful fire, More dazzled and drove back his enemies, Than mid-
day ...
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Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in
your arms; Of England's coat one half is cut away. Ere. Were our tears wanting to
this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Bed. Me they concern
...
Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in
your arms; Of England's coat one half is cut away. Ere. Were our tears wanting to
this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Bed. Me they concern
...
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... for they are hairbrain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down, than forsake
the siege. Reig. I think, by some odd gimmalso or device, Their arms are set, ...
... for they are hairbrain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down, than forsake
the siege. Reig. I think, by some odd gimmalso or device, Their arms are set, ...
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All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and
the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your
several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, ...
All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and
the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your
several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, ...
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Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail: My breast I'll burst with straining of my
courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this
high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come : I must go ...
Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail: My breast I'll burst with straining of my
courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this
high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come : I must go ...
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Seite 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 386 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Seite 242 - 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 ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Seite 408 - It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 135 - Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's : then, if thou fall'st...
Seite 85 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 134 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 66 - God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 435 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
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| Titel | William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Band 2 William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 29. Dez. 2006 |
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