The works of William Shakespeare, the text revised by A. Dyce, Teil 130,Band 5 |
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... comes . Re - enter LA PUCELLE . I'll have a bout with thee ; Devil or devil's dam , I'll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , -thou art a witch , - And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only ...
... comes . Re - enter LA PUCELLE . I'll have a bout with thee ; Devil or devil's dam , I'll conjure thee : Blood will I draw on thee , -thou art a witch , - And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st . Puc . Come , come , ' tis only ...
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... comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : O , tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks , That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.- And now declare , sweet stem from York's great ...
... comes . Mor . Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck , And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : O , tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks , That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.- And now declare , sweet stem from York's great ...
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... comes the duke and his : Fortune in favour makes him lag behind . Summon a parley ; we will talk with him . [ Trumpets sound a parley . Char . A parley with the Duke of Burgundy ! Bur . Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Puc . The ...
... comes the duke and his : Fortune in favour makes him lag behind . Summon a parley ; we will talk with him . [ Trumpets sound a parley . Char . A parley with the Duke of Burgundy ! Bur . Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Puc . The ...
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... sceptres are in children's hands ; But more when envy breeds unkind division ; There comes the ruin , there begins confusion , ( 110 ) [ Exit . SCENE II . Before Bourdeaux . Enter TALBOT , with SCENE I. ] 55 KING HENRY VI .
... sceptres are in children's hands ; But more when envy breeds unkind division ; There comes the ruin , there begins confusion , ( 110 ) [ Exit . SCENE II . Before Bourdeaux . Enter TALBOT , with SCENE I. ] 55 KING HENRY VI .
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... Come , go ; I will dispatch the horsemen straight ; Within six hours they will be at his aid . Lucy . Too late comes rescue ; he is ta'en or slain : For fly he could not , if he would have fled ; And fly would Talbot never , though he ...
... Come , go ; I will dispatch the horsemen straight ; Within six hours they will be at his aid . Lucy . Too late comes rescue ; he is ta'en or slain : For fly he could not , if he would have fled ; And fly would Talbot never , though he ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alarums Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Cade Capell cardinal Catesby Clar Clarence Clif Clifford Collier's Corrector crown death doth Duch Duke of York Earl Edward Eliz England Exam Exeunt Exit eyes Fair lords farewell father fear fight folio.-The France friends Gent give Gloster grace gracious hand Hanmer hath hear heart heaven Henry's honour house of Lancaster house of York Jack Cade Kath King Henry lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings lord protector madam majesty Malone Margaret Murd ne'er night noble peace Plantagenet pray prince quartos queen Reignier Rich Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET SCENE second folio Shakespeare soldiers Somerset soul sovereign speak speech Suffolk sweet sword Talbot tell thee thine thou art Tower traitor True Tragedie uncle unto W. N. Lettsom Walker Walker's Crit Warwick words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 541 - Farewell ! a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man : to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him . The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And, — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 541 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Seite 351 - Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, — instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, — He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Seite 448 - For hateful deeds committed by myself ! 1 am a villain : yet, I lie, I am not. Fool ! of thyself speak well ; fool ! do not flatter ! My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury in the highest degree, Murder, stern murder in the direst degree, All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 373 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days, — So full of dismal terror was the time.
Seite 543 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee ; Say, Wolsey, — that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour...
Seite 448 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Seite 525 - em, if thou canst : leave working. SONG. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Seite 266 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds. His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's...
Seite 265 - Would I were dead ! if God's good will were so } For what is in this world but grief and woe? 0 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. When this is known, then to divide the times, — So...