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For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you not to murder me for this
; For in that sin he is as deep as I . If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know
you , that he doth it publickly ; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He ...
For Edward , for my brother , for his sake : He sends you not to murder me for this
; For in that sin he is as deep as I . If God will be avenged for the deed , O , know
you , that he doth it publickly ; Take not the quarrel from his powerful arm ; He ...
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K . Edw . Have I a tongue to doom my brother ' s death , And shall that tongue
give pardon to a slave : My brother kill ' d no man , his fault was thought , And yet
his punishment was bitter death . Who sued to me for him ? who , in my wrath ...
K . Edw . Have I a tongue to doom my brother ' s death , And shall that tongue
give pardon to a slave : My brother kill ' d no man , his fault was thought , And yet
his punishment was bitter death . Who sued to me for him ? who , in my wrath ...
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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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The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; Brought hither , in a most unlucky hour , To
find thy brother Bassianus dead . Sat . My brother dead ? I know thou dost but jest
: He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant ...
The unhappy son of old Andronicus ; Brought hither , in a most unlucky hour , To
find thy brother Bassianus dead . Sat . My brother dead ? I know thou dost but jest
: He and his lady both are at the lodge , Upon the north side of this pleasant ...
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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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