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O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven performid ; That is , to be
the champion of our church ! What fince thou swor'ft , is sworn against thyself ,
And may not be performed by thyself : For that , which thou hast sworn to do amifs
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O , let thy vow First made to heaven , first be to heaven performid ; That is , to be
the champion of our church ! What fince thou swor'ft , is sworn against thyself ,
And may not be performed by thyself : For that , which thou hast sworn to do amifs
...
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... souls had wander'd in the air , Banish'd this frail sepulcher of our flesh , As now
our flesh is banish'd from this land : Confess thy treasons , ere thou Ay the realm ;
Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul .
... souls had wander'd in the air , Banish'd this frail sepulcher of our flesh , As now
our flesh is banish'd from this land : Confess thy treasons , ere thou Ay the realm ;
Since thou hast far to go , bear not along The clogging burden of a guilty soul .
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O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's
son ; That blood already , like the pelican , Hast thou tapp'd out , and drunkenly
carous'd : My brother Gloster , plain well - meaning soul , ( Whom fair hefal in ...
O , spare me not , my brother Edward's son , For that I was his father Edward's
son ; That blood already , like the pelican , Hast thou tapp'd out , and drunkenly
carous'd : My brother Gloster , plain well - meaning soul , ( Whom fair hefal in ...
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My liege , beware ; look to thyself ; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there .
Boling . Villain , I'll make thee fafe . [ Drawing . Aum . Stay thy revengeful hand ;
Thou hast no cause to fear . York . [ Witbin . ] Open the door , fecure , fool - hardy
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My liege , beware ; look to thyself ; Thou hast a traitor in thy presence there .
Boling . Villain , I'll make thee fafe . [ Drawing . Aum . Stay thy revengeful hand ;
Thou hast no cause to fear . York . [ Witbin . ] Open the door , fecure , fool - hardy
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Carlisle , this is your doom : Choose out some secret place , fome reverend room
, More than thou hast , and with it joy thy life ; So , as thou liv'st in peace , die free
from strife : For though mine enemy thou hast ever been , High sparks of honour ...
Carlisle , this is your doom : Choose out some secret place , fome reverend room
, More than thou hast , and with it joy thy life ; So , as thou liv'st in peace , die free
from strife : For though mine enemy thou hast ever been , High sparks of honour ...
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Seite 73 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 21 - With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives: Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives. [A bell rings. I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels trumpet-tongued against The 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 the wind.
Seite 49 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 91 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 57 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 16 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly; if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success : that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'd jump the life to come.
Seite 20 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee: — I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not , fatal vision , sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
Seite 23 - How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Seite 16 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off...
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Plays of William Shakspeare. .... Band 5 von The Plays of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Mitwirkende Personen | Thomas Bensley |
| Verlag | T. Bensley, 1800 |
| Original von | Princeton University |
| Digitalisiert | 22. Febr. 2008 |
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