The Works of William ShakespeareJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1867 - 1075 Seiten |
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... dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of not of the newest Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , as once I was , and had but this fish painted , not a holiday ...
... dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of not of the newest Poor - John . A strange fish ! Were I in England now , as once I was , and had but this fish painted , not a holiday ...
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... dead no would kill him , if he came . Rug . He is wise , sir ; he knew your worship Caius . II vill kill him . Take your rapier , Jack ; I vill tell By gar , de herring is no dead so as I you how I vill kill him . Rug . Alas , sir , I ...
... dead no would kill him , if he came . Rug . He is wise , sir ; he knew your worship Caius . II vill kill him . Take your rapier , Jack ; I vill tell By gar , de herring is no dead so as I you how I vill kill him . Rug . Alas , sir , I ...
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... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Esculapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully stale ? is he dead ? 31 Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld ; he is not ...
... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Esculapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully stale ? is he dead ? 31 Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld ; he is not ...
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... dead ! Leon . She died , my lord , but whiles her slan- der lived . 70 Friar . All this amazement can I qualify ; When after that the holy rites are ended , I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : Meantime let wonder seem familiar ...
... dead ! Leon . She died , my lord , but whiles her slan- der lived . 70 Friar . All this amazement can I qualify ; When after that the holy rites are ended , I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : Meantime let wonder seem familiar ...
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... dead and rotten ; sweet chucks , beat not the bones of the buried : when he breathed , he was a man . But I will forward with my device . [ To the Princess ] Sweet royalty , bestow on me the sense of hearing . 670 Prin . Speak , brave ...
... dead and rotten ; sweet chucks , beat not the bones of the buried : when he breathed , he was a man . But I will forward with my device . [ To the Princess ] Sweet royalty , bestow on me the sense of hearing . 670 Prin . Speak , brave ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Glou grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame Signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word York
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Seite 190 - 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. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility — revenge ? If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 345 - To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful, and ridiculous excess.
Seite 8 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known : riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too ; but innocent and pure : No sovereignty : — Seb.
Seite 360 - This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry...
Seite 383 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am, By so much shall I falsify men's hopes ; And, like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend, to make offence a skill; Redeeming time when men think least I will [Exit.
Seite 174 - 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 287 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke.