The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Band 7 |
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... Iago . O sir , content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him . We cannot all be masters , nor all masters Cannot be truly followed . You shall mark Many a duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obsequious ...
... Iago . O sir , content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him . We cannot all be masters , nor all masters Cannot be truly followed . You shall mark Many a duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obsequious ...
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... Iago . Are your doors locked ? Bra . Why ? wherefore ask you this ? Iago . ' Zounds , sir , you are robbed ; for shame , put on your gown ; Your heart is burst , you have lost half your soul ; Even now , now , very now , an old black ...
... Iago . Are your doors locked ? Bra . Why ? wherefore ask you this ? Iago . ' Zounds , sir , you are robbed ; for shame , put on your gown ; Your heart is burst , you have lost half your soul ; Even now , now , very now , an old black ...
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... Iago . I am one , sir , that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs . Bra . Thou art a villain . Iago . You are a senator . I know thee , Ro- Bra . This thou shalt answer . derigo . Rod ...
... Iago . I am one , sir , that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs . Bra . Thou art a villain . Iago . You are a senator . I know thee , Ro- Bra . This thou shalt answer . derigo . Rod ...
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... Iago . Farewell ; for I must leave you . It seems not meet , nor wholesome to my place , To be produced ( as , if I stay , I shall ) Against the Moor . For , I do know , the state- However this may gall him with some check— Cannot with ...
... Iago . Farewell ; for I must leave you . It seems not meet , nor wholesome to my place , To be produced ( as , if I stay , I shall ) Against the Moor . For , I do know , the state- However this may gall him with some check— Cannot with ...
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... Iago . By Janus , I think no . Oth . The servants of the duke , and my lieutenant . The goodness of the night upon you , friends ! What is the news ? Cas . The duke does greet you , general ; And he requires your haste , post - haste ...
... Iago . By Janus , I think no . Oth . The servants of the duke , and my lieutenant . The goodness of the night upon you , friends ! What is the news ? Cas . The duke does greet you , general ; And he requires your haste , post - haste ...
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Seite 268 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Seite 366 - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse : which, I observing, Took once a pliant hour, and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate, Whereof by parcels...
Seite 285 - See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 239 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Seite 12 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base? When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous, and my shape as true, As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Seite 53 - If it be you that stir these daughters' hearts Against their father, fool me not so much To bear it tamely ; touch me with noble anger ! O, let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks! — No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things, — What they are, yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Seite 177 - Romeo; and, when he shall die. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 157 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 110 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Seite 236 - 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...