Measure for Measure, Band 19Macmillan, 1912 - 146 Seiten |
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... Isabel ! Should it then be thus ? No ; I would tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Lucio . [ Aside to Isab . ] Ay , touch him ; there's the vein . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your ...
... Isabel ! Should it then be thus ? No ; I would tell what ' twere to be a judge , And what a prisoner . Lucio . [ Aside to Isab . ] Ay , touch him ; there's the vein . Ang . Your brother is a forfeit of the law , And you but waste your ...
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... my invention , hearing not my tongue , Anchors on Isabel ; Heaven in my mouth , As if I did but only chew his name , And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception . The state , whereon I studied 44 Act II Measure for ...
... my invention , hearing not my tongue , Anchors on Isabel ; Heaven in my mouth , As if I did but only chew his name , And in my heart the strong and swelling evil Of my conception . The state , whereon I studied 44 Act II Measure for ...
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... Isabel , a sister , desires access to you . Ang . Teach her the way . [ Exit Serv . ] O heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart , 20 Making both it unable for itself , And dispossessing all my other parts Of necessary ...
... Isabel , a sister , desires access to you . Ang . Teach her the way . [ Exit Serv . ] O heavens ! Why does my blood thus muster to my heart , 20 Making both it unable for itself , And dispossessing all my other parts Of necessary ...
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... Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know your virtue hath a license in't , Ang . Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . 145 Believe me , on mine honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little honour ...
... Isabel , if you give me love . Isab . I know your virtue hath a license in't , Ang . Which seems a little fouler than it is , To pluck on others . 145 Believe me , on mine honour , My words express my purpose . Isab . Ha ! little honour ...
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... Isabel ? My unsoil'd name , the austereness of my life , 155 My vouch against you , and my place i ' the state , Will so your accusation overweigh , 160 That you shall stifle in your own report And smell of calumny . I have begun , And ...
... Isabel ? My unsoil'd name , the austereness of my life , 155 My vouch against you , and my place i ' the state , Will so your accusation overweigh , 160 That you shall stifle in your own report And smell of calumny . I have begun , And ...
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Abhor Abhorson Barnardine bawd beseech brother Cinthio Claud Claudio Clown Pompey death deputy dost thou doth Duke's Elbow Enter Isabella Escal evil Exeunt Exit Provost Fare father fault fear fessor of English Folio Friar Peter Gent gentle give Grace Hanmer hath head hear Heaven hendiadys hither honour husband is't Isab Isabel Juliet justice lapwing leiger live Look Lord Angelo Lucio maid Mari Mariana marry Master Froth Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice mercy Mistress offence Officers Othello pardon Ph.D play poor pray prison Professor of Eng Professor of English Prov Re-enter Provost SCENE Shakespeare shame sirrah sister slander soul speak strange tapster thank thee Theobald there's thing thou art Timon of Athens to-morrow Troilus and Cressida true University vice Vienna virtue What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON woman word wrong'd
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 53 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep.
Seite 56 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 53 - For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more...
Seite 40 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Seite 17 - with envy ; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone : hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be.
Seite 4 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends The smallest scruple of her excellence, But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines Herself the glory of a creditor, Both thanks and use.
Seite 37 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 54 - And what thou hast forget'st. Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
Seite 38 - O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength ; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Seite 122 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.