The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus and Cressida. Timon of Athens. CoriolanusHilliard, Gray,, 1839 |
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... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger ; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
... Look , how this ring encompasseth thy finger ; Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart ; Wear both of them , for both of them are thine . And if thy poor devoted servant may But beg one favor at thy gracious hand , Thou dost confirm ...
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... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband ...
... look , what I have said I will avouch , in presence of the king : I dare adventure to be sent to the Tower . ' Tis time to speak , my pains are quite forgot . Q. Mar. Out , devil ! I remember them too well . Thou kill'dst my husband ...
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... looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle villain , do not turn away ! Glo . Foul , wrinkled witch , what mak'st thou in my sight ? 1 See note ...
... looks on me ? If not , that , I being queen , you bow like subjects ; Yet that , by you deposed , you quake like rebels ? — Ah , gentle villain , do not turn away ! Glo . Foul , wrinkled witch , what mak'st thou in my sight ? 1 See note ...
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... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
... Look , when he fawns , he bites ; and , when he bites , His venom tooth will rankle to the death . Have not to do with him , beware of him ; Sin , death , and hell have set their marks on him ; And all their ministers attend on him ...
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... looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks , mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd ...
... looks are humble . 1 Murd . My voice is now the king's , my looks , mine own . Clar . How darkly , and how deadly dost thou speak ! Your eyes do menace me . Why look you pale ? Who sent you hither ? Wherefore do you come ? Both Murd ...
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The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: 1847. Richard III. Henry VIII ... John Payne Collier,Samuel Weller Singer,Charles Symmons Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Richard III. Henry VIII. Troilus ... William Shakespeare,Charles Symmons,John Payne Collier Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath king lady Lart live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 33 - A thousand men, that fishes gnawed upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls ; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep, And mocked the dead bones that lay scattered by.
Seite 201 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honors thick upon him ; The third day, comes a frost, a killing frost ; And — when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 183 - em, if thou canst : leave working. Song. Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
Seite 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Seite 122 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, 'Guilty, guilty!
Seite 204 - 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 : then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 32 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Seite 122 - Alack, I love myself. Wherefore? For any good That I myself have done unto myself? O, no, alas! I rather hate myself For hateful deeds committed by myself. I am a villain. Yet I lie; I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well. Fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
Seite 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Seite 135 - I COME no more to make you laugh; things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.