The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare: With a Life, Band 6C & C Whittingham, 1828 |
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... blood . Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter against me : and his eye revil'd Me , SC . I. KING HENRY VIII .
... blood . Nor . What , are you chaf'd ? Ask God for temperance ; that's the appliance only , Which your disease requires . Buck . I read in his looks Matter against me : and his eye revil'd Me , SC . I. KING HENRY VIII .
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... blood must cry against them . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
... blood must cry against them . For further life in this world I ne'er hope , Nor will I sue , although the king have mercies More than I dare make faults . You few that lov'd me , And dare be bold to weep for Buckingham , His noble ...
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... blood will make them one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And ...
... blood will make them one day groan for't . My noble father , Henry of Buckingham , Who first rais'd head against usurping Richard , Flying for succour to his servant Banister , Being distress'd , was by that wretch betray'd , And ...
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... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if they have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judgment , Invited by ...
... blood and favour to her , Must now confess , if they have any goodness , The trial just and noble . All the clerks , I mean , the learned ones , in Christian kingdoms , Have their free voices ; Rome , the nurse of judgment , Invited by ...
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... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . What do you think me ? [ Exeunt . Old L. 1 SCENE IV . A ...
... blood a jot ; it faints me , To think what follows . The queen is comfortless , and we forgetful In our long absence : Pray , do not deliver What here you have heard , to her . What do you think me ? [ Exeunt . Old L. 1 SCENE IV . A ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achil Æneas Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Antium Apem Apemantus Athens Aufidius bear beseech blood Calchas cardinal Cham Cominius Coriolanus Corioli Cres Cressid Crom Deiphobus Diomed dost doth duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear fellow Flav fool friends Gent give gods grace Grecian Greeks hate hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector Helen honour Kath king lady Lart LARTIUS look Lord Chamberlain Lord Timon's madam Marcius master MENELAUS MENENIUS musick ne'er Nest never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace poor Pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Sir Thomas Lovell soul speak stand Suff sweet sword tell thank thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Trojan Troy true Trumpets Ulyss voices Volces What's words worthy
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 56 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Seite 64 - He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading : Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Seite 58 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...
Seite 65 - The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died fearing God.
Seite 56 - 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 103 - Force should be right — or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 58 - tis the king's: my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell, Had I but serv'd my God with half the zeal I serv'd my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
Seite 58 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; 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...
Seite 349 - O mother, mother! What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope, The gods look down, and this unnatural scene They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O! You have won a happy victory to Rome; But for your son— believe it, O, believe it!— Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.
Seite 140 - Take the instant way; For honour travels in a strait so narrow, Where one but goes abreast; keep then the path; For emulation hath a thousand sons, That one by one pursue: If you give...