The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play ; Printed Complete from the Best Editions, Band 5R. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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... thousand lives . Pucel . O , give me leave , I have deluded you ; ' Twas neither Charles , nor yet the duke I nam'd , But Reignier , king of Naples , that prevail'd . War . A marry'd man ! that's most intolerable . York . Why , here's a ...
... thousand lives . Pucel . O , give me leave , I have deluded you ; ' Twas neither Charles , nor yet the duke I nam'd , But Reignier , king of Naples , that prevail'd . War . A marry'd man ! that's most intolerable . York . Why , here's a ...
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... thousand fouls to heaven , or hell : And this fell tempeft fhall not cease to rage Until the golden circuit on my head , Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams , Do calm the fury of this mad - bred flaw . And , for a minifter of ...
... thousand fouls to heaven , or hell : And this fell tempeft fhall not cease to rage Until the golden circuit on my head , Like to the glorious fun's tranfparent beams , Do calm the fury of this mad - bred flaw . And , for a minifter of ...
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... thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ocean of falt tears ; To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk , And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling : But all in vain are thefe mean obfequies ; And , to furvey his dead and ...
... thousand kiffes , and to drain Upon his face an ocean of falt tears ; To tell my love unto his dumb deaf trunk , And with my fingers feel his hand unfeeling : But all in vain are thefe mean obfequies ; And , to furvey his dead and ...
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... thousand times . War . Madam beftill ; with reverence may I fay it ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . " Suf . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'ft her lord fo ...
... thousand times . War . Madam beftill ; with reverence may I fay it ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . " Suf . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'ft her lord fo ...
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... thousand times . War . Madam beftill ; with reverence may I fay it ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . Suf . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'ft her lord fo much ...
... thousand times . War . Madam beftill ; with reverence may I fay it ; For every word , you speak in his behalf , Is flander to your royal dignity . Suf . Blunt - witted lord , ignoble in demeanour ! If ever lady wrong'ft her lord fo much ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt Alarum Alcibiades anfwer Apemantus art thou Baft Becauſe beſt blood brother Burgundy Cade Clarence Clif Clifford crown death doft doth duke of Burgundy duke of York earl Edward Elean England Enter King Exeunt Exit falfe father fear fent fhall fhame fhould fight firſt flain Flav foldiers fome foul fovereign fpeak France friends ftand ftay fuch fure fweet fword Glofter grace hath heart heaven HENRY VI Henry's himſelf honour houfe houſe Humphrey Jack Cade King HENRY lord lord protector mafter majeſty moft moſt muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble pleaſe pleaſure prefent prifoner prince Pucel Queen reft Reignier Richard RICHARD PLANTAGENET Saliſbury SCENE ſhall Somerſet ſpeak ſtand ſtay Suffolk Talbot thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thou fhalt thouſand Timon unto Warwick whofe wilt yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 22 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will yean; So many years...
Seite 22 - O 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 22 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O 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...