The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by George Steevens: With a Series of Engravings, from Original Designs of Henry Fusell, and a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, Band 3F.C. and J. Rivington, 1805 |
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... Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I , in going , madam , weep o'er my fa- ther's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , ' evermore in subjection . Laf ...
... Count . In delivering my son from me , I bury a second husband . Ber . And I , in going , madam , weep o'er my fa- ther's death anew : but I must attend his majesty's command , to whom I am now in ward , ' evermore in subjection . Laf ...
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... Count . What hope is there of his majesty's amendment ? Laf . He hath abandoned his physicians , madam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope ...
... Count . What hope is there of his majesty's amendment ? Laf . He hath abandoned his physicians , madam ; under whose practices he hath persecuted time with hope ; and finds no other advantage in the process but only the losing of hope ...
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... Count . " Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena , go to , no more ...
... Count . " Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise in . The remembrance of her father never approaches her heart , but the tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from her cheek . No more of this , Helena , go to , no more ...
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... Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . " Ber . Madam , I desire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ...
... Count . If the living be enemy to the grief , the excess makes it soon mortal . " Ber . Madam , I desire your holy wishes . Laf . How understand we that ? Count . Be thou blest , Bertram ! and succeed thy father In manners , as in shape ...
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... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
... count Rousillon , my good lord , Young Bertram . King . Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris ...
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Antigonus Antonio Autolycus Baptista Bass Bassanio BERTRAM Bian Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Camillo CLEOMENES Count court daughter doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool fortune gentle gentleman give Gremio hand hath hear heart heaven Hermione honour Hortensio i'the JOHNSON Kate Kath KATHARINA King knave lady Laun Launcelot Leon look lord Lucentio madam maid MALONE marry master means MERCHANT OF VENICE mistress musick Nerissa never Orlando Padua peize Petruchio Pisa play Polixenes poor pr'ythee pray queen ring Rosalind Rousillon Salan SCENE Servant Shakspeare Shep Shylock Sicilia signior speak STEEVENS swear sweet tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast Touch Tranio unto Venice wife WINTER'S TALE word young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 50 - 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. If a Jew...
Seite 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Seite 76 - The quality of mercy is not strain'd, — It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath : it is twice bless'd, — It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this...
Seite 504 - What you do Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet, I'd have you do it ever : when you sing, I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o...
Seite 58 - Is now converted : but now I was the lord Of this fair mansion, master of my servants, Queen o'er myself ; and even now, but now, This house, these servants, and this same myself, Are yours, my lord...
Seite 147 - Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good life; but in respect that it is a shepherd's life, it is naught. In respect that it is solitary, I like it very well ; but in respect that it is private, it is a very vile life. Now, in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious. As it is a spare life, look you, it fits my humour well ; but as there is no more plenty in it, it goes much against my stomach.
Seite 503 - I had some flowers o'the spring, that might Become your time of day ; and yours, and yours ; That wear upon your virgin branches yet Your maidenheads growing : — O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength,...