The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 17Doubleday & McClure Company, 1897 |
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... Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be Scene 2. ] 21 KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
... Avaunt , thou dreadful minister of hell ! Thou hadst but power o'er his mortal body , His soul thou canst not have ; therefore , be gone . . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be Scene 2. ] 21 KING RICHARD THE THIRD .
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William Shakespeare . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims ...
William Shakespeare . Glo . Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries and deep exclaims ...
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... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by 24 [ Act I. KING ...
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks . Glo . These eyes could not endure that beauty's wreck ; You should not blemish it , if I stood by 24 [ Act I. KING ...
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... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they ...
... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect my eyes . Glo . Thine eyes , sweet lady , have infected mine . Anne . Would they were basilisks , to strike thee dead ! Glo . I would they ...
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... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ! On me , that halt and am unshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , she ...
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ! On me , that halt and am unshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while : Upon my life , she ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Anne Anne Boleyn bear bless blood brother Buck Buckingham Cate Catesby Cham Clar Clarence conscience Cran Cranmer Crom Cromwell crown curse daughter dead death Dorset doth Duch Duke Duke of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward Eliz Elizabeth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster grace gracious hand hath haue hear heart Heaven holy honour hope house of Lancaster house of Yorke Kath Katharine King Henry King Henry VIII King's lady live look Lord Chamberlain Lord Hastings loue LOVELL madam mother Murd murder noble NORFOLK peace pity play poor pray prince Queen RATCLIFF Rich Richard III Richmond royal SCENE Shakespeare Sir Thomas Sir Thomas Lovell sorrow soul souldiers speak Stan stand Stanley sweet tell thee There's tongue Tower unto Warwike wife Wolsey York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 142 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull, cold marble, where no...
Seite 142 - Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of — say, I taught thee...
Seite 148 - Slave, I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think, there be six Richmonds in the field ; Five have I slain to-day, instead of him: — A horse ! a horse ! my kingdom for a horse ! [Exeunt.
Seite 140 - Long in his highness' favour, and do justice For truth's sake and his conscience; that his bones, When he has run his course and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans
Seite 43 - I passed, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman* which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick ; Who cried aloud, " What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence ?
Seite 34 - 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, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 132 - Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting : I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 43 - Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea...
Seite 34 - Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 142 - Alack! I love myself. Wherefore? for any good That I myself have done unto myself? O! no: alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. 1 am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well: fool, do not flatter.