The dramatic (poetical) works of William Shakspeare; illustr., embracing a life of the poet and notes, Band 7 |
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... fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me ; I Return those duties back as are right fit , an enemy to all other joys which the most precious aggregation of sense can bestow . " Square is here used for the ...
... fortunes . Cor . Good my lord , You have begot me , bred me , loved me ; I Return those duties back as are right fit , an enemy to all other joys which the most precious aggregation of sense can bestow . " Square is here used for the ...
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... fortune are his love , I shall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most loved , despised ' Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon ; Be it lawful , I take up what's ...
... fortune are his love , I shall not be his wife . France . Fairest Cordelia , that art most rich , being poor ; Most choice , forsaken ; and most loved , despised ' Thee and thy virtues here I seize upon ; Be it lawful , I take up what's ...
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... fortune's alms . You have obedience scanted , And well are worth the want that you have wanted.2 Cor . Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides ; Who cover faults , at last shame them derides . Well may you prosper ! France . Come ...
... fortune's alms . You have obedience scanted , And well are worth the want that you have wanted.2 Cor . Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides ; Who cover faults , at last shame them derides . Well may you prosper ! France . Come ...
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... fortunes from us , till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppres- sion of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may speak ...
... fortunes from us , till our oldness cannot relish them . I begin to find an idle and fond bondage in the oppres- sion of aged tyranny ; who sways , not as it hath power , but as it is suffered . Come to me , that of this I may speak ...
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... fortune , ( often the surfeit of our own behavior , ) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun , the moon , and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity ; fools , by heavenly compulsion ; knaves , thieves , and treachers by ...
... fortune , ( often the surfeit of our own behavior , ) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun , the moon , and the stars ; as if we were villains by necessity ; fools , by heavenly compulsion ; knaves , thieves , and treachers by ...
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar FRIAR LAURENCE Gent gentleman give Gloster Goneril grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven honest Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear kiss knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder night noble Nurse Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor pray quarto of 1597 quarto reads Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife wilt word
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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...