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I would not be thy executioner ; I fly thee , for I would not injure thee . Thou telleit
me , there is murder in mine eyes ; ' Tis pretty , fure , and very probable , That
eyes , that are the fraileit and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on
atomies ...
I would not be thy executioner ; I fly thee , for I would not injure thee . Thou telleit
me , there is murder in mine eyes ; ' Tis pretty , fure , and very probable , That
eyes , that are the fraileit and softest things , Who shut their coward gates on
atomies ...
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... I kill thee , make thee away , translate thiy life into death , thy liberty into
bondage ; I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel ; I will bandy
with thee in faction ; I will o ' er - run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and
fifty ...
... I kill thee , make thee away , translate thiy life into death , thy liberty into
bondage ; I will deal in poison with thee , or in bastinado , or in steel ; I will bandy
with thee in faction ; I will o ' er - run thee with policy ; I will kill thee a hundred and
fifty ...
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Seite 118 - No, sir,' quoth he, 'Call me not fool till heaven hath sent me fortune:' And then he drew a dial from his poke, And, looking on it with lack-lustre eye, Says very wisely, It is ten o'clock: Thus we may see...
Seite 118 - Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven ; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot ; And thereby hangs a tale.
Seite 122 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Seite 271 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign ; one that cares for thee And for thy maintenance : commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land...
Seite 151 - Hero had turned nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night ; for good youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont, and being taken with the cramp, was drowned, and the foolish chroniclers of that age found it was — Hero of Sestos. But these are all lies ; men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
Seite 151 - No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all this time there was not any man died in his own person, videlicet, in a love-cause.
Seite 111 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Seite 135 - Time travels in divers paces with divers persons: I'll tell you who time ambles withal, who time trots withal, who time gallops withal, and who he stands still withal.
Seite 106 - The seasons' difference ; as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say "This is no flattery; these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 107 - Tis right, quoth he ; this misery doth part The flux of company. Anon, a careless herd, Full of the pasture, jumps along by him, And never stays to greet him; Ay, quoth Jaques, Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens ; 'TVs just the fashion.
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| Titel | The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Band 4 The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, William Shakespeare Band 4 von The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Mr. Theobald (Lewis) |
| Verlag | R. Crowder, 1772 |
| Original von | Harvard University |
| Digitalisiert | 23. Febr. 2008 |
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