The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1B. Tauchnitz, 1868 - 509 Seiten |
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... dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Question it , Horatio . Hor . What ...
... dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Question it , Horatio . Hor . What ...
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... dead hour , With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch . Hor . In what particular thought to work I know not ; But , in the gross and scope of my opinion , This bodes some strange eruption to our state . Mar. Good now , sit down , and ...
... dead hour , With martial stalk hath he gone by our watch . Hor . In what particular thought to work I know not ; But , in the gross and scope of my opinion , This bodes some strange eruption to our state . Mar. Good now , sit down , and ...
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... dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As , stars with trains of fire , and dews of blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star , Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands , Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse ...
... dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As , stars with trains of fire , and dews of blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star , Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands , Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse ...
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... dead , a fault to nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse till he that died to - day , " This must be so . " We pray you , throw to earth This ...
... dead , a fault to nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse till he that died to - day , " This must be so . " We pray you , throw to earth This ...
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... dead ! nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , - Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I ...
... dead ! nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , - Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I ...
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Seite 52 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Seite 78 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 18 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Seite 215 - LEAR And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Seite 62 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 266 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 108 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Seite 98 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Seite 6 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Seite 53 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.