The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Band 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
... arm , And charg'd us from his soul to love each other , He little thought of this divided friendship : Bid Gloster ... arms , and swore , with sobs , That he would labour my delivery . 1 Murd . Why , so he doth , when he delivers you ...
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... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O , what cause have I , ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief , ) To over - go thy plaints , and drown thy cries ? Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our ...
... arms , And pluck'd two crutches from my feeble hands , Clarence , and Edward . O , what cause have I , ( Thine being but a moiety of my grief , ) To over - go thy plaints , and drown thy cries ? Son . Ah , aunt ! you wept not for our ...
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... arms pluck him perforce . Card . My lord of Buckingham , if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York , Anon expect him here : But if she be obdurate To mild entreaties , God in heaven forbid We should 62 ACT III . KING ...
... arms pluck him perforce . Card . My lord of Buckingham , if my weak oratory Can from his mother win the duke of York , Anon expect him here : But if she be obdurate To mild entreaties , God in heaven forbid We should 62 ACT III . KING ...
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... arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd up : And this is Edward's wife , that monstrous witch , Consorted with that harlot , strumpet Shore , That by their witchcraft thus have marked me . Hast . If they have done this deed , my ...
... arm Is , like a blasted sapling , wither'd up : And this is Edward's wife , that monstrous witch , Consorted with that harlot , strumpet Shore , That by their witchcraft thus have marked me . Hast . If they have done this deed , my ...
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... arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk , Which , in their summer beauty , kiss'd each other . A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; Which once , quoth Forrest , almost chang'd my mind ; But , O , the devil - there the ...
... arms : Their lips were four red roses on a stalk , Which , in their summer beauty , kiss'd each other . A book of prayers on their pillow lay ; Which once , quoth Forrest , almost chang'd my mind ; But , O , the devil - there the ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Aaron Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal CATESBY Cham CHIRON Clar Clarence curse dead dear death deed Demetrius Dorset dost doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lucius Lysander madam Marcus mother Murd murder never night noble peace PHILOSTRATE pity pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin revenge Rich Richmond Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sleep sons sorrow soul speak Stan sweet Tamora tears tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou hast Titania Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 286 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Seite 295 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Seite 134 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 6 - But I. that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at mo as I halt by them...
Seite 237 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Seite 34 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Seite 337 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Seite 234 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Seite 35 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.