Measure for MeasureMacmillan, 1912 - 146 Seiten |
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Abhor Abhorson Barnardine bawd beseech brother Cinthio Claud Claudio Clown Pompey death deputy dost thou doth Duke's Elbow Enter Isabella Escal evil Exeunt Exit Provost Fare father fault fear fellow fessor of English Folio Friar Peter Gent gentle give Grace hang'd Hanmer hath head hear Heaven hendiadys hither honour husband is't Isab Isabel Juliet justice lapwing leiger live Lord Angelo Lucio maid Mari Mariana marry Master Froth Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice mercy Mistress offence Officers Othello pardon Ph.D play poor pray prison Professor of Eng Professor of English Prov Re-enter Provost SCENE Shakespeare shame sirrah sister slander soul speak strange tapster thank thee Theobald there's thing thou art Timon of Athens to-morrow Troilus and Cressida University vice Vienna virtue warrant What's WILLIAM ALLAN NEILSON woman word wrong'd
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Seite 56 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 37 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once ; And He, that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy : How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are ? O, think on that ; And mercy then will breathe within your lips. Like man new made.
Seite 40 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Seite 54 - For all the accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness: Thou art by no means valiant; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm : Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st Thy death, which is no more...
Seite 5 - Heaven doth with us as we with torches do, Not light them for themselves ; for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely...
Seite 122 - I'll speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Seite 59 - tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life, That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Seite 72 - No might nor greatness in mortality Can censure 'scape ; back-wounding calumny The whitest virtue strikes : What king so strong Can tie the gall up in the slanderous tongue ! But who comes here ? Enter Escalus, Provost, Bawd, and Officers.
Seite 16 - Becomes more mock'd, than fear'd : so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.
Seite 58 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling regions of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...