The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and CressidaC. Whittingham, 1826 |
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... cause ? Clar . Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you shall be new christen'd in ...
... cause ? Clar . Clar . Because my name is - George . Glo . Alack , my lord , that fault is none of yours ; He should , for that , commit your godfathers : - O , belike , his majesty hath some intent , That you shall be new christen'd in ...
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... cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - ' Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt thou bear from us That bow propos'd ? ' Again in the ...
... cause of my imprisonment . me unawares , making mouths at me , and ceased not . ' Again , in Chapman's translation of Homer's Odyssey , 21st book : - ' Whither ? rogue ! abject ! wilt thou bear from us That bow propos'd ? ' Again in the ...
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... cause , and most accurs'd effect . 8 i.e. the crime of my brothers . He has just charged the murder of Lady Anne's husband on Edward . Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect 18 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
... cause , and most accurs'd effect . 8 i.e. the crime of my brothers . He has just charged the murder of Lady Anne's husband on Edward . Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect 18 ACT I. KING RICHARD III .
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William Shakespeare. Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , which did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I ...
William Shakespeare. Glo . Your beauty was the cause of that effect ; Your beauty , which did haunt me in my sleep , To undertake the death of all the world , So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I ...
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... cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 14 : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient 15 duty see you ...
... cause to be a mourner , And presently repair to Crosby - place 14 : Where - after I have solemnly interr'd , At Chertsey monast'ry this noble king , And wet his grave with my repentant tears , - I will with all expedient 15 duty see you ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Anne blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cres Cressida curse daughter death Diomed doth Duch duke earl Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace Grecian Hast hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen Holinshed honour Kath King Henry King Henry VI King Richard King Richard III king's kiss lady live lord Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings madam means Menelaus Murd Nestor never night noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace play pray Priam prince queen Rape of Lucrece Rich Richmond SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's Sir Thomas sorrow soul speak Stanley Steevens sweet sword tell tent thee Ther Thersites thou thought Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Wolsey word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 257 - 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 for ever hide me.
Seite 153 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 336 - Amidst the other : whose med'cinable eye Corrects the ill aspects of planets evil, And posts, like the commandment of a king, Sans check to good and bad : but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander.
Seite 257 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors 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.
Seite 40 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 396 - The present eye praises the present object : Then marvel not, thou great and complete man, That all the Greeks begin to worship Ajax ; Since things in motion sooner catch the eye, Than what not stirs. The cry went once on thee, And still it might, and yet it may again, If thou would'st not entomb thyself alive, And case thy reputation in thy tent...
Seite 251 - 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 259 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Seite 261 - tis the king's : my robe, And my integrity to Heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell! Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, He would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 152 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.