The Bible in Shakspeare: A Study of the Relation of the Works of William Shakspeare to the BibleWinona, 1903 - 288 Seiten |
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... ( thee ) . I Hen . IV . 1 : 2 . God forgive ( me ) ( them ) . I Hen . IV . 1 : 3 . I Hen . IV . 3 : 2 . II Hen . VI . 3 : 3 . God forbid . Much Ado I : I. Mer . of Ven . 2 : 2 . 5 : I. Tam . Shrew 4 : 2 , Rich . II . 2 : I , 4 : I. I Hen ...
... ( thee ) . I Hen . IV . 1 : 2 . God forgive ( me ) ( them ) . I Hen . IV . 1 : 3 . I Hen . IV . 3 : 2 . II Hen . VI . 3 : 3 . God forbid . Much Ado I : I. Mer . of Ven . 2 : 2 . 5 : I. Tam . Shrew 4 : 2 , Rich . II . 2 : I , 4 : I. I Hen ...
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... Thee . Hen . VI . 2 : 3 . Eternal Mover of the Heavens . II Hen . VI . 3 : 3 . King of Kings and Lord of Hosts . I Hen . VI . 1 : 1. Rich . III . 1 : 4 and 2 : I. King's King . Rich . III . 4 : 4 . King of Heaven . Rich . II . 3 : 3 ...
... Thee . Hen . VI . 2 : 3 . Eternal Mover of the Heavens . II Hen . VI . 3 : 3 . King of Kings and Lord of Hosts . I Hen . VI . 1 : 1. Rich . III . 1 : 4 and 2 : I. King's King . Rich . III . 4 : 4 . King of Heaven . Rich . II . 3 : 3 ...
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... thee . - he ** bewrayeth it not . - which bewrayeth itself . - Allow us as we prove . Troi . and Cres . 3 : 2 . Matt . xxvi . 73 . Prov . xxix . 24 . Prov . xxvii . 16 . And state of our bodies would bewray what life We have led since ...
... thee . - he ** bewrayeth it not . - which bewrayeth itself . - Allow us as we prove . Troi . and Cres . 3 : 2 . Matt . xxvi . 73 . Prov . xxix . 24 . Prov . xxvii . 16 . And state of our bodies would bewray what life We have led since ...
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... thee . And quicken his embraced heaviness . SORT class of people . - the dead . Ham . 5 : 1 . Hen . V. 2 : 2 . Tim . of Ath . 4 : 3 . Mer . of Ven . 2 : 8 . Certain lewd fellows of the baser sort . Assemble all the poor men of your sort ...
... thee . And quicken his embraced heaviness . SORT class of people . - the dead . Ham . 5 : 1 . Hen . V. 2 : 2 . Tim . of Ath . 4 : 3 . Mer . of Ven . 2 : 8 . Certain lewd fellows of the baser sort . Assemble all the poor men of your sort ...
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... . All's Well . 2 : 1 . dross . Buy terms divine in selling hours of Sonnet 146 . Cherish those hearts that hate thee . Hen . VIII . 3 : 2 . ' Injury or harm . " The common tradition was 3 SCRIPTURE AND SHAKSPEARE PARALLELS 33.
... . All's Well . 2 : 1 . dross . Buy terms divine in selling hours of Sonnet 146 . Cherish those hearts that hate thee . Hen . VIII . 3 : 2 . ' Injury or harm . " The common tradition was 3 SCRIPTURE AND SHAKSPEARE PARALLELS 33.
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Ahab All's angel Bible blessed blood bosom brother Caesar character Christ Christian conscience Cres crown Cymb death deeds devil divine doth drama earth eternal evil Falstaff father fear fool foul friends genius Gent give God's grace grief Hamlet hand hast hath heart heaven hell holy honor human Iago II Hen immortal Jephthah Judas justice King John King Lear live look Lord Love's Labor Lucrece Macb Macbeth Matt Meas MEASURE FOR MEASURE MERCHANT OF VENICE mercy Merry Wives mind moral murder never oath Othello pardon passages peace Pericles play Poet pray prayers religious revenge Rich Richard III says Scripture Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's sins sleep Sonnet Sonnet 93 sorrow soul spirit sweet Tempest thee There's thine things thou art thought Timon Titus tongue Troi true truth Twelfth Night unto VIII virtue wicked wife Winter's Tale word
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Seite 210 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash By any indirection...
Seite 196 - Now, my co-mates, and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 1 - 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.
Seite 184 - One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Seite 172 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Seite 179 - SINCE brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Seite 143 - I'll begin it, — Ding, dong, bell. All. Ding, dong, bell. Bass. So may the outward shows be least themselves : The world is still deceiv'd with ornament. In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt, But, being season'd with a gracious voice, Obscures the show of evil ? In religion, What damned error, but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament...
Seite 185 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 221 - Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly. Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. Duncan is in his grave; After life's fitful fever he sleeps well; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing Can touch him further.
Seite 177 - 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.