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Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moisteyes babes shall
suck, Our isle be made a nourish” of salt tears, And none but women left to wail
the dead.— Henry the Fifth' thy ghost I invocate; É. this realm, keep it from civil ...
Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moisteyes babes shall
suck, Our isle be made a nourish” of salt tears, And none but women left to wail
the dead.— Henry the Fifth' thy ghost I invocate; É. this realm, keep it from civil ...
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Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing
tides. Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France:— Give me my steeled coat, I'll
fight for France.— Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! Wounds I will lend ...
Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing
tides. Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France:— Give me my steeled coat, I'll
fight for France.— Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! Wounds I will lend ...
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Let's leave this town; 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, ...
Let's leave this town; 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, ...
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Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead: Sheep run not half so timorous
from the wolf, Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-
subdued ...
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead: Sheep run not half so timorous
from the wolf, Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-
subdued ...
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Gloster offers to put up a bill;1 Winchester snatches it, and tears it. Win. Com'st
thou with deep premeditatedlines, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Humphrey of Gloster? if thou canst accuse, Oraught intend'st to lay unto my
charge, ...
Gloster offers to put up a bill;1 Winchester snatches it, and tears it. Win. Com'st
thou with deep premeditatedlines, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Humphrey of Gloster? if thou canst accuse, Oraught intend'st to lay unto my
charge, ...
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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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