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Let me give humble thanks for all And thou , lord Bourbon , our high admiral , And
I forgive and quite forget old faults , And therefore I'll uncrown him , ere't be long .
And joy , that thou becom'st king Henry's friend . There's thy reward ; be gone .
Let me give humble thanks for all And thou , lord Bourbon , our high admiral , And
I forgive and quite forget old faults , And therefore I'll uncrown him , ere't be long .
And joy , that thou becom'st king Henry's friend . There's thy reward ; be gone .
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In God's name , cheerly on , courageous friends , Give me some ink and paper in
my tent ;To reap the harvest of perpetual peace I'll draw the form and model of
our battle , By this one bloody trial of sharp war . Limit each leader to his several ...
In God's name , cheerly on , courageous friends , Give me some ink and paper in
my tent ;To reap the harvest of perpetual peace I'll draw the form and model of
our battle , By this one bloody trial of sharp war . Limit each leader to his several ...
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That give a coasting welcome ere it comes , Enter Dioxrp with CRESSIDA , And
wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down
Agam . Is this the lady Cressid ? For sluttish spoils of opportunity , Dio . Even she
...
That give a coasting welcome ere it comes , Enter Dioxrp with CRESSIDA , And
wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down
Agam . Is this the lady Cressid ? For sluttish spoils of opportunity , Dio . Even she
...
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Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast He commands us to provide ,
and give great gifts , Lie in a pitch'd field . And all out of an empty coffer . Alcib .
Ay , defiled land , my lord . Nor will he know his purse ; or yield me this , 1 Lord .
Is ' mongst the dead ; and all the lands thou hast He commands us to provide ,
and give great gifts , Lie in a pitch'd field . And all out of an empty coffer . Alcib .
Ay , defiled land , my lord . Nor will he know his purse ; or yield me this , 1 Lord .
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How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do Consume your blood with
sorrowing : you have A nurse of me . Lord ! how your favour's chang'a With this
unprofitable woe ! Comne , come ; Give me your wreath of flowers , ere the sea
mar it .
How chance my daughter is not with you ? Do Consume your blood with
sorrowing : you have A nurse of me . Lord ! how your favour's chang'a With this
unprofitable woe ! Comne , come ; Give me your wreath of flowers , ere the sea
mar it .
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Seite 543 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 106 - I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run : How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 18 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Seite 472 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely : touch me with noble anger ! And let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall...
Seite 316 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii. Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...
Seite 360 - His legs bestrid the ocean : his rear'd arm Crested the world : his voice was propertied As all the tuned spheres, and that to friends ; But when he meant to quail and shake the orb, He was as rattling thunder. For his bounty, There was no winter in't; an autumn...
Seite 316 - I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 189 - Good Cromwell, Neglect him not ; make use now, and provide For thine own future safety. Crom. O, my lord, Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord ; The king shall have my service, but my prayers For ever and for ever shall be yours.
Seite 572 - Their dearest action in the tented field; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round...
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| Titel | The Plays of Shakspeare, Band 2 The Plays of Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Hurst, Robinson, and Company, 1819 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 30. Dez. 2006 |
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