The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Band 5R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... See , fee , the pining malady of France ; Behold the wounds , the most unnatural wounds , Which thou thyfelf haft given her woful breast ! Oh , turn thy edged fword another way ; Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not thofe that help ...
... See , fee , the pining malady of France ; Behold the wounds , the most unnatural wounds , Which thou thyfelf haft given her woful breast ! Oh , turn thy edged fword another way ; Strike thofe that hurt , and hurt not thofe that help ...
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... see his fon ; And now they meet where both their lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy fhall noble Talbot have , To bid his young fon welcome to his grave ? Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That funder'd friends greet in the ...
... see his fon ; And now they meet where both their lives are done . York . Alas ! what joy fhall noble Talbot have , To bid his young fon welcome to his grave ? Away ! vexation almost stops my breath , That funder'd friends greet in the ...
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... Bur . Doubtlefs , he would have made a noble See , where he lies inherfed in the arms [ knight : Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms . Baf Baft . Hew them to pieces , hack their bones 76 FIRST PART OF Aa V. ACT V. ...
... Bur . Doubtlefs , he would have made a noble See , where he lies inherfed in the arms [ knight : Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms . Baf Baft . Hew them to pieces , hack their bones 76 FIRST PART OF Aa V. ACT V. ...
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... See ! they forfake me . Now the time is come , That France muft vail her lofty - plumed creft , And let her head fall into England's lap . My ancient incantations are too weak , And hell too strong for me to buckle with : - Now , France ...
... See ! they forfake me . Now the time is come , That France muft vail her lofty - plumed creft , And let her head fall into England's lap . My ancient incantations are too weak , And hell too strong for me to buckle with : - Now , France ...
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... See , Reignier , fee , thy daughter prisoner . Reig . To whom ? Suf . To me . Reig . Suffolk , what remedy ? I am a foldier ; and unapt to weep , Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness . Suf . Yes , there is remedy enough , my lord ...
... See , Reignier , fee , thy daughter prisoner . Reig . To whom ? Suf . To me . Reig . Suffolk , what remedy ? I am a foldier ; and unapt to weep , Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness . Suf . Yes , there is remedy enough , my lord ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Alarum Alcibiades anfwer Apemantus art thou Baft Becauſe beſt blood brother Burgundy Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doft doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain Flav foldiers fome foul fovereign fpeak France friends ftand ftay fuch fure fweet fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven HENRY VI Henry's himſelf honour houfe houſe Humphrey Jack Cade King HENRY lord lord protector mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble pleaſe pleaſure prefent prifoner prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saliſbury SCENE ſhall Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtay Suffolk Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou fhalt thouſand Timon unto Warwick whofe wilt yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Seite 22 - O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run, How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 22 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...