Shakespeare Studied in Six PlaysT. F. Unwin, 1907 - 545 Seiten |
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... husband , And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord . " These words convince Brabantio for the first time that his daughter has left ...
... husband , And so much duty as my mother show'd To you , preferring you before her father , So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord . " These words convince Brabantio for the first time that his daughter has left ...
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... husband : " How if she be fair and foolish ? " and he readily answers : " She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . " Desdemona , as if tired of this talk , or " Othello " 4I.
... husband : " How if she be fair and foolish ? " and he readily answers : " She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . " Desdemona , as if tired of this talk , or " Othello " 4I.
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... husband . How say you , Cassio ? Is he not a most profane and liberal 1 counsellor ? " Cassio , apparently thinking himself much superior to Iago , not only in appearance , but in manner , is yet " Licentious . " - Staunton's notes ...
... husband . How say you , Cassio ? Is he not a most profane and liberal 1 counsellor ? " Cassio , apparently thinking himself much superior to Iago , not only in appearance , but in manner , is yet " Licentious . " - Staunton's notes ...
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... her mistress , asks her husband : " How if she be fair and foolish ? " and he readily answers : " She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . " Desdemona , as if tired of this talk , or " Othello 4I.
... her mistress , asks her husband : " How if she be fair and foolish ? " and he readily answers : " She never yet was foolish that was fair ; For even her folly help'd her to an heir . " Desdemona , as if tired of this talk , or " Othello 4I.
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... husband . How say you , Cassio ? Is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ? " Cassio , apparently thinking himself much superior to Iago , not only in appearance , but in manner , is yet I " Licentious . " - Staunton's notes ...
... husband . How say you , Cassio ? Is he not a most profane and liberal counsellor ? " Cassio , apparently thinking himself much superior to Iago , not only in appearance , but in manner , is yet I " Licentious . " - Staunton's notes ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
addressing amusing Anne answers apparently Arthur asks Aumerle Banquo Bardolph believe Bolingbroke Brabantio Caius Cassio chap character Cyprus dangerous death deceived declares departs Desdemona doth doubtless Duke eagerly Emilia England English enters Evans evidently excited exclaims fairies father fear Fenton Ford former Gascoigne Glendower Gratiano hath hear heart heaven Henry IV History honest honour host Hotspur Hubert husband Iago replies Iago's John's King John King's knave knight Lady lago Lodovico lord Macbeth marry Master Brook master doctor merry Michael Cassio mind Mistress Montano Moor Mortimer murder never noble Northumberland notes Othello Pandulf peace Percy perhaps Pistol play plot Poins pretending Prince Henry Prince John probably proceeds Quickly rejoins Richard Richard II Richard Plantagenet Roderigo says scene Shakespeare Shallow shrewd Sir John Sir John Falstaff Slender speak spirit tell thee trusted Venetian villain wife Windsor wishing witches woman Worcester words young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange, Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful: She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Seite 265 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will a while uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds ' To smother up his beauty from the world...
Seite 166 - Your hand, your tongue : look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it...
Seite 187 - tis time to do't. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Seite 315 - O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ! Why, rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs.
Seite 241 - No matter where; of comfort no man speak: Let's talk of graves, of worms and epitaphs; Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth...
Seite 77 - By the world, I think my wife be honest, and think she is not; I think that thou art just, and think thou art not; I'll have some proof: Her name, that was as fresh As Dian's visage, is now begrim'd and black As mine own face.
Seite 150 - No more of that : — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Seite 49 - Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving. You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser. What, man! there are ways to recover the general again. You are but now cast in his mood, a punishment more in policy than in malice; even so as one would beat his offenceless dog to affright an imperious lion.
Seite 171 - 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 ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.