The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 1Macmillan, 1864 - 1079 Seiten |
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... serve quickens what's dead And makes my labours pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed , And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up , Upon a sore ...
... serve quickens what's dead And makes my labours pleasures : O , she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed , And he's composed of harshness . I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up , Upon a sore ...
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... serve him ; he's not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable . Why , thou de- boshed fish , thou , was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell ...
... serve him ; he's not valiant . Trin . Thou liest , most ignorant monster : I am in case to justle a constable . Why , thou de- boshed fish , thou , was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to - day ? Wilt thou tell ...
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... serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my I lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? pray thee ...
... serve the turn ? Val . Ay , my good lord . Duke . Then let me see thy cloak : I'll get me one of such another length . Val . Why , any cloak will serve the turn , my I lord . Duke . How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak ? pray thee ...
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... serve your turn ? Mrs Page . I pray you , come , hold up the jest no higher . The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm and every precious flower : Each fair instalment , coat , and several crest , With loyal blazon ...
... serve your turn ? Mrs Page . I pray you , come , hold up the jest no higher . The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm and every precious flower : Each fair instalment , coat , and several crest , With loyal blazon ...
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... serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , be- think you ; Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . [ Aside to Isab . ] Ay , well said . Ang ...
... serve heaven With less respect than we do minister To our gross selves ? Good , good my lord , be- think you ; Who is it that hath died for this offence ? There's many have committed it . Lucio . [ Aside to Isab . ] Ay , well said . Ang ...
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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 192 - 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 355 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 202 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved 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 370 - Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood With solemn reverence : throw away respect, Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty, For you have but mistook me all this while: I live with bread like you, feel want, Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus, How can you say to me I am a king?
Seite 184 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to then ; you come to me, and you say, ' Shylock, we would have moneys...
Seite 210 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than- the envious court ? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference, as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say ' This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 456 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart ; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Seite 214 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...