The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare Complete in 13 Volumes, Band 13Outlook Company, 1899 |
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... deep repentance : nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death , To throw away the dearest thing he owed , As ' twere a careless trifle . There's no art Dun . To find the mind's ...
... deep repentance : nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it ; he died As one that had been studied in his death , To throw away the dearest thing he owed , As ' twere a careless trifle . There's no art Dun . To find the mind's ...
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... deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be , Which the eye fears , when it is done , to see . [ Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let's ...
... deep desires : The eye wink at the hand ! yet let that be , Which the eye fears , when it is done , to see . [ Exit . Dun . True , worthy Banquo ; he is full so valiant ; And in his commendations I am fed ; It is a banquet to me . Let's ...
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... . Lady M. All our service In every point twice done , and then done double , Were poor and single business , to contend Against those honors deep and broad , where- with [ 24 ACT L MACBETH . SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle...
... . Lady M. All our service In every point twice done , and then done double , Were poor and single business , to contend Against those honors deep and broad , where- with [ 24 ACT L MACBETH . SCENE VI.-The same. Before the Castle...
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William Shakespeare. Against those honors deep and broad , where- with [ old , Your majesty loads our house : for those of And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun . Where's the thane of Cawdor ? We coursed ...
William Shakespeare. Against those honors deep and broad , where- with [ old , Your majesty loads our house : for those of And the late dignities heap'd up to them , We rest your hermits . Dun . Where's the thane of Cawdor ? We coursed ...
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... deep damnation of his taking - off : And pity , like a naked new - born babe , Striding the blast , or heaven's cherubim , horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears shall drown ...
... deep damnation of his taking - off : And pity , like a naked new - born babe , Striding the blast , or heaven's cherubim , horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air , Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye , That tears shall drown ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonis art thou Banquo bear beauty beauty's behold birds blood breast breath Cawdor cheeks Collatine dead dear death deed desire Discase Doct doth Enter MACBETH Exeunt face fair fair lords falchion falconry false fear fire Fleance flower fool foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hast hate hath hear heart heaven honor king kiss knock LADY MACBETH light lips live look lord love's Lucrece lust Macb Macd Macduff mayst mind murder never night numbers o'er pale pity poison'd poor praise Priam proud quoth RAPE OF LUCRECE Rosse SCENE seem'd Sextus Tarquinius shalt shame sight SIWARD sleep sorrow soul speak strong sweet Tarquin tears thane thee thence thine eye things thou art thou dost thought thyself Time's tongue true truth unto weep weird sisters wind Witch words worth wound youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 23 - Thus thou must do, if thou have it ; And that which rather thou dost fear to do, Than wishest should be undone.
Seite 317 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, s And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
Seite 30 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 286 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end ; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Seite 294 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou seest the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Seite 283 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity Shall you pace forth : your praise shall still find room Even in the eyes of all posterity, That wear this...
Seite 70 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. ALL. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. THIRD WITCH. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Seite 24 - The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers. Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry, Hold, hold!
Seite 316 - O, never say that I was false of heart, Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify. As easy might I from myself depart As from my soul, which in thy breast doth lie...
Seite 315 - Supposed as forfeit to a confined doom. The mortal moon hath her eclipse endured, And the sad augurs mock their own presage ; Incertainties now crown themselves assured, And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I '11 live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.