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... queen o'the feast , ( For , daughter , so you are , ) here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For ...
... queen o'the feast , ( For , daughter , so you are , ) here take your place : Marshal the rest , as they deserve their grace . Knights . We are honour'd much by good Simonides . Sim . Your presence glads our days ; honour we love , For ...
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In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. Thai . By Juno , that is queen Of marriage , all the viands that I eat Do seem unsavoury , wishing him my meat ! Sure he's a gallant gentleman . Sim . He's but A country gentleman ; He has done no ...
In Nine Volumes William Shakespeare. Thai . By Juno , that is queen Of marriage , all the viands that I eat Do seem unsavoury , wishing him my meat ! Sure he's a gallant gentleman . Sim . He's but A country gentleman ; He has done no ...
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... queen with child makes her desire ( Which who shall cross ? ) along to go ; ( Omit we all their dole and woe ; ) Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath their ...
... queen with child makes her desire ( Which who shall cross ? ) along to go ; ( Omit we all their dole and woe ; ) Lychorida , her nurse , she takes , And so to sea . Their vessel shakes On Neptune's billow ; half the flood Hath their ...
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... queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left living of your queen , - A little daughter ; for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O you gods ! Why ...
... queen . Per . How ! how , Lychorida ! Lyc . Patience , good sir ; do not assist the storm . Here's all that is left living of your queen , - A little daughter ; for the sake of it , Be manly , and take comfort . Per . O you gods ! Why ...
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... queen must overboard ; the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead . Per . That's your superstition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , sir ; with us at sea it still hath been observed ; and we are ...
... queen must overboard ; the sea works high , the wind is loud , and will not lie till the ship be cleared of the dead . Per . That's your superstition . 1 Sail . Pardon us , sir ; with us at sea it still hath been observed ; and we are ...
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The Works of William Shakespeare: In Nine Volumes, Volume 6 William Shakespeare,Samuel Johnson,George Steevens Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adonis Bawd bear beauteous beauty beauty's behold blood Boult breast breath cheeks Cleon Colatine daughter dead dear death deeds delight desire DIONYZA dost thou doth face fair fair lord false Falstaff father fear fire flowers foul gainst gentle give grace grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven Henry VI honour Jove king kiss lady leave lips live look lord love's Lucrece Lucretius lust LYSIMACHUS MALONE Menelaus mind mistress Mitylene ne'er never night Othello Pentapolis Pericles pleasure poison'd poor praise Priam prince prince of Tyre queen quoth Sextus Tarquinius Shakspeare shalt shame sight sorrow soul STEEVENS swear sweet Tarquin tears tell Thaisa thee Theseus thine eye thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought thro thyself time's tongue true truth unto weep Whilst wife wilt wind words wound youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 154 - Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without...
Seite 130 - I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it, for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot, If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan, And mock you with me after I am gone.
Seite 131 - Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead. You still shall live — such virtue hath my pen — Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
Seite 99 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage ; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Seite 17 - Round-hoof'd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide: Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
Seite 100 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new...
Seite 99 - Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid ? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back ? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid ? O none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright.
Seite 112 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee...
Seite 134 - Every thing did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone : She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity :
Seite 138 - The summer's flower is to the summer sweet, Though to itself it only live and die; But if that flower with base infection meet, The basest weed outbraves his dignity. For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds; Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.