William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Band 1S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... hope That he's undrown'd . Ant . O , out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant ...
... hope That he's undrown'd . Ant . O , out of that no hope , What great hope have you ! no hope , that way , is Another way so high a hope , that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond , But doubts discovery there . Will you grant ...
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... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to Sebastian . Do ...
... hope , and keep it No longer for my flatterer : he is drown'd , Whom thus we stray to find ; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land : Well , let him go . Ant . I am right glad that he's so out of hope . [ Aside to Sebastian . Do ...
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... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio : now must we to her win- dow , Val . My youthful travel therein made me happy ; And give some evening music ...
... hope , Yet , spaniel - like , the more she spurns my love , The more it grows and fawneth on her still . But here comes Thurio : now must we to her win- dow , Val . My youthful travel therein made me happy ; And give some evening music ...
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... hope , that wit - How now , you whore- i's Launce . son peasant ? Where have you been these two days itering ? Lawn Marry , sir , I carried mistress Suvia the de voc bade me . Pra . And what says she , to my Entle jewe !? Lawn Marry ...
... hope , that wit - How now , you whore- i's Launce . son peasant ? Where have you been these two days itering ? Lawn Marry , sir , I carried mistress Suvia the de voc bade me . Pra . And what says she , to my Entle jewe !? Lawn Marry ...
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... hope , sir , -I will do , as it shall become one that would do reason . Eva . Nay , Got's lords and his ladies , you must speak possitable , if you can carry her your desires towards her . Shal . That you must : will you , upon good dow ...
... hope , sir , -I will do , as it shall become one that would do reason . Eva . Nay , Got's lords and his ladies , you must speak possitable , if you can carry her your desires towards her . Shal . That you must : will you , upon good dow ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Host husband Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus Re-enter SCENE servant Shal signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 193 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 155 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast hell can hold ; That is, the madman : the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt...
Seite 429 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Seite 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov'd with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Seite 327 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come. — But in these cases, We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor : this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice...
Seite 193 - He hath disgraced me, and hindered me of half a million ; laughed at my losses, mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine enemies; and what's his reason? I am a Jew: Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions ? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? if you prick us,...
Seite 105 - In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world ; or to be worse than worst Of those, that lawless and incertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 23 - I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Seite 23 - Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 342 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle ! Life's but a walking shadow ; a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.