The Oxford and Cambridge edition of Tales from Shakespeare, by C. and M. Lamb (selection) ed. by S. Wood and A.J. Spilsbury, Band 11904 |
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aliena Antonio Ariel Bassanio beautiful brother Caius Caliban called Celia Cesario character Charles Lamb Cordelia counsellor court daughter dear death dukedom Earl English father Ferdinand flesh fool forest of Arden fortune Ganymede gentle ghost give Goneril Gratiano grief Hamlet hear heart honour husband Illyria Kent King Hamlet King Lear lady Laertes Lamb's Lear's lend lived look lord madness maid married Mary Lamb master means Merchant of Venice Miranda mother murder Nerissa never night noble note on line Oliver Olivia Ophelia Orlando Orsino phrase pity play Polonius poor Portia pray prince Prospero queen Regan replied revenge ring Rosalind Sebastian servant Shakespeare shew Shylock Sir Rowland sister speak speech spirit STANLEY WOOD story strange sweet Sycorax tale tell Tempest thee thou thought three thousand ducats told TWELFTH NIGHT Viola wicked wife wish words young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 142 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment ; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Seite 68 - Jewish gaberdine, And all for -use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Seite 54 - He lends out money gratis and brings down The rate of usance here with us in Venice. If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him. He hates our sacred nation, and he rails, Even there where merchants most do congregate, On me, my bargains and my well-won thrift, Which he calls interest. Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him ! BASS.
Seite 44 - 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 70 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway : It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself, And earthly power doth then show likest God's, When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 93 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Smite flat the thick rotundity o' the world ! Crack nature's moulds, all germens spill at once, That make ingrateful man ! 9 Fool.
Seite 18 - hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world ! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard ; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear...
Seite 108 - ... let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O ! prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, • On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there.
Seite 70 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this, — That in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation ; we do pray for mercy ; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Seite 108 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...