The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic], and Reed, with glossarial notes, Teil 51,Band 5 |
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... speak'st like a physician , Helicanus ; Who minister'st a potion unto me , That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself . Attend me then : I went to Antioch , Where , as thou know'st , against the face of death , I sought the purchase ...
... speak'st like a physician , Helicanus ; Who minister'st a potion unto me , That thou wouldst tremble to receive thyself . Attend me then : I went to Antioch , Where , as thou know'st , against the face of death , I sought the purchase ...
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... speak , Freely I'll speak . Antiochus you fear , And justly too , I think , you fear the tyrant , Who either by public war , or private treason , Will take away your life . Therefore , my lord , go travel for a while , Till that his ...
... speak , Freely I'll speak . Antiochus you fear , And justly too , I think , you fear the tyrant , Who either by public war , or private treason , Will take away your life . Therefore , my lord , go travel for a while , Till that his ...
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... speak , help me with tears . Dio . I'll do my best , Sir . Cle . This Tharsus , o'er which I have government ( A city , on whom plenty held full hand ) , For riches , strewd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads so high ...
... speak , help me with tears . Dio . I'll do my best , Sir . Cle . This Tharsus , o'er which I have government ( A city , on whom plenty held full hand ) , For riches , strewd herself even in the streets ; Whose towers bore heads so high ...
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... Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st , in haste , For comfort is too far for us to expect . Lord . We have descried , upon our neighbouring shore A portly sail of ships make hitherward . Cle . I thought as much . One sorrow never ...
... Speak out thy sorrows which thou bring'st , in haste , For comfort is too far for us to expect . Lord . We have descried , upon our neighbouring shore A portly sail of ships make hitherward . Cle . I thought as much . One sorrow never ...
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... speak I ? Dumb show . Enter at one door PERICLES , talking with CLEON ; all the train with them . Enter at_another door , a GENTLEMAN with a Letter to PERICLES ; PERICLES shows the Letter to CLEON ; then gives the Messenger a reward ...
... speak I ? Dumb show . Enter at one door PERICLES , talking with CLEON ; all the train with them . Enter at_another door , a GENTLEMAN with a Letter to PERICLES ; PERICLES shows the Letter to CLEON ; then gives the Messenger a reward ...
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Seite 464 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Seite 489 - ... ladies dead, and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.
Seite 489 - And peace proclaims olives of endless age. Now with the drops of this most balmy time My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes, Since, spite of him, I'll live in this poor rhyme, While he insults o'er dull and speechless tribes : And thou in this shalt find thy monument, When tyrants' crests and tombs of brass are spent.
Seite 502 - not you.' ,CXLVI Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, . . . these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross; Within be...
Seite 473 - As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns and play as wantonly When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Seite 463 - May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it, But that I hope some good conceit of thine In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it; Till whatsoever star that guides my moving, Points on me graciously with fair aspect, And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving, To show me worthy of thy sweet respect: Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee; Till then not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Seite 497 - Past reason hated, as a swallow'd bait On purpose laid to make the taker mad: Mad in pursuit and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before a joy proposed; behind a dream. All this the world well knows; 'yet none knows well To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. cxxx My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips...
Seite 486 - Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease: Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit; For summer and his pleasures wait on thee, And, thou away, the very birds are mute: Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer, That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.
Seite 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save where you are how happy...
Seite 503 - Angry that his prescriptions are not kept, Hath left me, and I desperate now approve Desire is death, which physic did except. Past cure I am, now reason is past care, And...