William Shakspeare's Complete Works, Dramatic and Poetic, Band 2S. Andrus and Son, 1852 |
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... Fool , of thyseli speak well : -Fool , do. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment ; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement . The wretched , bloody , and ...
... Fool , of thyseli speak well : -Fool , do. Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we march'd on without impediment ; And here receive we from our father Stanley Lines of fair comfort and encouragement . The wretched , bloody , and ...
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William Shakespeare. Fool , of thyseli speak well : -Fool , do not flatter . 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 ...
William Shakespeare. Fool , of thyseli speak well : -Fool , do not flatter . 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 ...
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... fool and fight is , beside forfeiting Our own brains , and the opinion that we bring ( To make that only true we now intend , 2 ) Will leave us never an understanding friend . Therefore , for goodness ' sake , and as you are known The ...
... fool and fight is , beside forfeiting Our own brains , and the opinion that we bring ( To make that only true we now intend , 2 ) Will leave us never an understanding friend . Therefore , for goodness ' sake , and as you are known The ...
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... fool , and beggar . The two kings , Equal in lustre , were now best , now worst , As presence did present them ; him in eye , Still him in praise : and , being present both , ' Twas said , they saw but one ; and no discerner Durst wag ...
... fool , and beggar . The two kings , Equal in lustre , were now best , now worst , As presence did present them ; him in eye , Still him in praise : and , being present both , ' Twas said , they saw but one ; and no discerner Durst wag ...
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... fool , and feather , that they got in France , With all their honourable points of ignorance , Pertaining thereunto ( as fights , and fireworks ; Abusing better men than they can be , Out of a foreign wisdom , ) renouncing clean The ...
... fool , and feather , that they got in France , With all their honourable points of ignorance , Pertaining thereunto ( as fights , and fireworks ; Abusing better men than they can be , Out of a foreign wisdom , ) renouncing clean The ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus arms art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour i'the Iago Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laertes Lear live look lord Lucius madam Mark Antony ne'er never night noble o'the Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pr'ythee pray prince queen Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suff Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep What's wilt words York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 437 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 386 - 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 242 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...
Seite 408 - It was the lark , the herald of the morn , No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Seite 135 - 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...
Seite 85 - 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 134 - O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin,* More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 66 - 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 92 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Seite 435 - 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.