The works of William Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, Band 4 |
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... ? APEM . He last asked the question . - Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! ( * ) Old text , debt , broken . ALL SERV . What are we , Apemantus ? APEM C 2 SCENE II . ] 19 TIMON OF ATHENS .
... ? APEM . He last asked the question . - Poor rogues , and usurers ' men ! bawds between gold and want ! ( * ) Old text , debt , broken . ALL SERV . What are we , Apemantus ? APEM C 2 SCENE II . ] 19 TIMON OF ATHENS .
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... poor , and that's revenge enough . Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . Enter SERVILIUS . TIT . O , here's Servilius ; now we shall know some answer . SER . If I ...
... poor , and that's revenge enough . Who can speak broader than he that has no house to put his head in ? such may rail against great buildings . Enter SERVILIUS . TIT . O , here's Servilius ; now we shall know some answer . SER . If I ...
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... poor as you . 1 SERV . Such a house broke ! So noble a master fall'n ! All gone ! and not ( * ) First folio , Some . [ Exit . And yet confusion live ! ] So the old text . The usual modern reading is , - " And let confusion live ! " but ...
... poor as you . 1 SERV . Such a house broke ! So noble a master fall'n ! All gone ! and not ( * ) First folio , Some . [ Exit . And yet confusion live ! ] So the old text . The usual modern reading is , - " And let confusion live ! " but ...
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... poor self , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty , Walks , like contempt , alone . - More of our fellows . Enter other Servants . FLAV . All broken implements of a ruin'd house . 3 SERV . Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery ...
... poor self , With his disease of all - shunn'd poverty , Walks , like contempt , alone . - More of our fellows . Enter other Servants . FLAV . All broken implements of a ruin'd house . 3 SERV . Yet do our hearts wear Timon's livery ...
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... Jonson's Works , on the passage : - " I am to say to you these ladies are not of that close and open behaviour as haply you may suspend . " Be quite contrary : and thatch your poor thin roofs SCENE III . ] 43 TIMON OF ATHENS . 3335.
... Jonson's Works , on the passage : - " I am to say to you these ladies are not of that close and open behaviour as haply you may suspend . " Be quite contrary : and thatch your poor thin roofs SCENE III . ] 43 TIMON OF ATHENS . 3335.
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ALCIB Alcibiades Angelo ANNE APEM Apemantus ARIEL bear beseech blood brother BUCK Buckingham Caliban cardinal Catesby CHAM Clarence Claudio Cloten Collier's annotator Cymbeline dead death Dorset dost doth DUCH DUKE ELIZ Enter ESCAL Exeunt Exit eyes father fear FLAV folio folio omits folio reads fool friar friends GENT gentleman give grace GUIDERIUS hath hear heart heaven hither honour IACH Imogen ISAB KATH king king's lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings LUCIO madam master Measure for Measure MIRA mistress MURD never noble NORF Old text Pisanio poet Pompey poor Posthumus pr'ythee pray prince Prospero PROV Provost quartos queen Re-enter RICH Richard SCENE Shakespeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak Sycorax tell thank thee There's thine thing thou art Timon unto word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 485 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Seite 488 - O, it is monstrous ! monstrous ! Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it ; The winds did sing it to me ; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounced The name of Prosper ; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seite 498 - The charm dissolves apace ; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.
Seite 205 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 217 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be, worse than worst, Of those that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine, howling ! — 'tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life,...
Seite 308 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 314 - I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it.
Seite 312 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Seite 313 - O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 72 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.