The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Band 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... poor earl's daughter is unequal odds , And therefore may be broke without offence . That Margaret shall be queen , and noue but she . K. Hen . Whether it be through force of your report , My noble lord of Suffolk ; or for that My tender ...
... poor earl's daughter is unequal odds , And therefore may be broke without offence . That Margaret shall be queen , and noue but she . K. Hen . Whether it be through force of your report , My noble lord of Suffolk ; or for that My tender ...
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... poor loss , Omitting Suffolk's exile , my soul's treasure ? ' Why only , Suffolk , mourn I not for thee , And with the southern clouds contend in tears ; Theirs for the earth's increase , mine for my sur- rows ? ' Now , get thee hence ...
... poor loss , Omitting Suffolk's exile , my soul's treasure ? ' Why only , Suffolk , mourn I not for thee , And with the southern clouds contend in tears ; Theirs for the earth's increase , mine for my sur- rows ? ' Now , get thee hence ...
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... poor men's causes Hath made me full of sickness and diseases . * Cade . Ye shall have a hempen caudle then , and the pap of a hatchet . ' Dick . Why dost thou quiver , man ? Enter George Bevis , with the Lord Say . ' Cade . Well , he ...
... poor men's causes Hath made me full of sickness and diseases . * Cade . Ye shall have a hempen caudle then , and the pap of a hatchet . ' Dick . Why dost thou quiver , man ? Enter George Bevis , with the Lord Say . ' Cade . Well , he ...
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... poor well - pleased from my gate . * I pray thee , Buckingham , go forth and meet him ; See if thou canst outface me with thy locks . And ask him what's the reason of these arms . Set limb to limb , and thou art far the lesser ; Tell ...
... poor well - pleased from my gate . * I pray thee , Buckingham , go forth and meet him ; See if thou canst outface me with thy locks . And ask him what's the reason of these arms . Set limb to limb , and thou art far the lesser ; Tell ...
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... Poor queen , and son , your labour is but lost ; For Warwick is a subtle orator , And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words . By this account , then , Margaret may win him ; For she's a woman to be pitied much : * Her sighs will ...
... Poor queen , and son , your labour is but lost ; For Warwick is a subtle orator , And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words . By this account , then , Margaret may win him ; For she's a woman to be pitied much : * Her sighs will ...
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Seite 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as 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 134 - ... 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. Serve the king ; And...
Seite 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Seite 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Seite 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Seite 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 134 - 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 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.