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Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears , Sham ' d their aspects with
store of childish drops : These eyes , which never shed remorseful tear ,Not ,
when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland ...
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears , Sham ' d their aspects with
store of childish drops : These eyes , which never shed remorseful tear ,Not ,
when my father York and Edward wept , To hear the piteous moan that Rutland ...
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A Room in the Palace , Enter the Archbishop of YORK , the young Duke of YORK
, Queen ELIZABETH , and the Duchess of YORK . Arch . Last night , I heard , they
lay at Stony - Stratford ; And at Northampton they do rest to - night : To - morrow ...
A Room in the Palace , Enter the Archbishop of YORK , the young Duke of YORK
, Queen ELIZABETH , and the Duchess of YORK . Arch . Last night , I heard , they
lay at Stony - Stratford ; And at Northampton they do rest to - night : To - morrow ...
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York . Marry , they say , my uncle grew so fast , That he could gnaw a crust at two
hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would
have been a biting jest . Duch . I pr ' ythee , pretty York , who told thee this ? , York
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York . Marry , they say , my uncle grew so fast , That he could gnaw a crust at two
hours old ; ' Twas full two years ere I could get a tooth . Grandam , this would
have been a biting jest . Duch . I pr ' ythee , pretty York , who told thee this ? , York
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I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere this have met us on
the way : Fye , what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us , whether
they will come , or no . Enter Hastings . Buck . And in good time , here comes the
...
I thought my mother , and my brother York , Would long ere this have met us on
the way : Fye , what a slug is Hastings ! that he comes not To tell us , whether
they will come , or no . Enter Hastings . Buck . And in good time , here comes the
...
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Richard of York ! how fares our loving brother ? York . Well , my dread lord ; so
must I call you now . Prince . Ay , brother ; to our grief , as it is yours : Too late he
died , that might have kept that title , Which by his death hath lost much majesty .
Richard of York ! how fares our loving brother ? York . Well , my dread lord ; so
must I call you now . Prince . Ay , brother ; to our grief , as it is yours : Too late he
died , that might have kept that title , Which by his death hath lost much majesty .
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Seite 284 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 294 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 132 - 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 used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 235 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 32 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite 335 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Seite 232 - 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 33 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Band 4 The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 27. Dez. 2006 |
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