The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Bickers, 1874 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 78
Seite 449
... sleep upon their quiet beds ) Constrain'd to watch in darkness , rain , and cold . Enter TALBOT , BEDFORD , BURGUNDY ... Sleeping or waking , mur Or will you blame ant Improvident soides This sudden miscre Char . Duke That , being ca Did ...
... sleep upon their quiet beds ) Constrain'd to watch in darkness , rain , and cold . Enter TALBOT , BEDFORD , BURGUNDY ... Sleeping or waking , mur Or will you blame ant Improvident soides This sudden miscre Char . Duke That , being ca Did ...
Seite 460
... sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word ... Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss The conquest of our scarce - cold conqueror , That ever - living man of memory ...
... sleep . Lucy . O , send some succour to the distress'd lord ! York . He dies , we lose ; I break my warlike word ... Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss The conquest of our scarce - cold conqueror , That ever - living man of memory ...
Seite 475
... sleep , By good St Alban ; who said , — “ Simpcox , come ; Come , offer at my shrine , and I will help thee . " Wife . Most true , forsooth ; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so . Car . What , art thou lame ...
... sleep , By good St Alban ; who said , — “ Simpcox , come ; Come , offer at my shrine , and I will help thee . " Wife . Most true , forsooth ; and many time and oft Myself have heard a voice to call him so . Car . What , art thou lame ...
Seite 484
... sleep , And charge that no man should disturb your rest , In pain of your dislike , or pain of death ; Yet , notwithstanding such a strait edict , Were there a serpent seen , with forkèd tongue , That slily glided towards your majesty ...
... sleep , And charge that no man should disturb your rest , In pain of your dislike , or pain of death ; Yet , notwithstanding such a strait edict , Were there a serpent seen , with forkèd tongue , That slily glided towards your majesty ...
Seite 492
... sleep in thy sheath , I beseech Jove on my knees , thou mayst be turned to hobnails . [ They fight ; CADE falls . ] O , I am slain ! Famine , and no other , hath slain me : let ten thousand devils come against me , and give me but the ...
... sleep in thy sheath , I beseech Jove on my knees , thou mayst be turned to hobnails . [ They fight ; CADE falls . ] O , I am slain ! Famine , and no other , hath slain me : let ten thousand devils come against me , and give me but the ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo CORIOLANUS Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death dost doth duke duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd Madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Othello PANDARUS Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame Soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 780 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve ; the censure of the which one must in your allowance o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 788 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 735 - Caesar fell. 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.
Seite 677 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers; The traces, of the smallest spider's web; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small grey-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers And in this state she gallops night...
Seite 748 - t then, That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man ; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time, nor place, Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck ; and know How tender...
Seite 792 - There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream ; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them...
Seite 833 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
Seite 797 - Not a whit, we defy augury ; there is a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 738 - And here my naked breast ; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold ; If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth ; I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart ; Strike, as thou didst at Caesar ; for I know, When thou didst hate him worst, thou lovedst him better Than ever thou lovedst Cassius.
Seite 734 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it ! 4 Cit.