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Poor , and content , is rich , and rich enough ; But riches , fineless , " is as poor as
winter , ' To him that ever fears he shall be poor : Good heaven , the souls of all
my tribe defend From jealousy ! Oth . Why ? why is this ? Think'st thou , I'd make ...
Poor , and content , is rich , and rich enough ; But riches , fineless , " is as poor as
winter , ' To him that ever fears he shall be poor : Good heaven , the souls of all
my tribe defend From jealousy ! Oth . Why ? why is this ? Think'st thou , I'd make ...
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As he shall smile , Othello shall go mad ; And his unbookish jealousy * must
construe Poor Cassio's smiles , gestures , and light behaviour , Quite in the
wrong . — How do you now , lieutenant ? Cas . The worser , that you give me the
addition ...
As he shall smile , Othello shall go mad ; And his unbookish jealousy * must
construe Poor Cassio's smiles , gestures , and light behaviour , Quite in the
wrong . — How do you now , lieutenant ? Cas . The worser , that you give me the
addition ...
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The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree , Sing all a green willow ; [ Singing .
Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow :
The fresh streams ran by her , and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow , Loc .
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree , Sing all a green willow ; [ Singing .
Her hand on her bosom , her head on her knee , Sing willow , willow , willow :
The fresh streams ran by her , and murmur'd her moans ; Sing willow , Loc .
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Faith , master , I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us , even
now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they
made to us to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves .
Faith , master , I am thinking of the poor men that were cast away before us , even
now . 1 Fish . Alas , poor souls , it grieved my heart to hear what pitiful cries they
made to us to help them , when , well - a - day , we could scarce help ourselves .
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Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too
much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much
out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can do no more than they can
...
Sir . Pand . Search the market narrowly ; Mitylene is full of gallants . We lost too
much money this mart , by being too wenchless . Bawd . We were never so much
out of creatures . We have but poor three , and they can do no more than they can
...
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Seite 95 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Seite 22 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Seite 39 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 12 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Seite 46 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Seite 52 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
Seite 128 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Seite 126 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 110 - Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally : and, for his passage, The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him.
Seite 62 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
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| Titel | The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Band 10 The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | H. Durell, 1818 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 28. Dez. 2006 |
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