The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Band 2Tauchnitz, 1843 |
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... John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment ...
... John . What follows , if we disallow of this ? Chat . The proud control of fierce and bloody war , To enforce these rights so forcibly withheld . K. John . Here have we war for war , and blood for blood , Controlment for controlment ...
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... John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . ' K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king ; That is ...
... John . What art thou ? Rob . The son and heir to that same Faulconbridge . ' K. John . Is that the elder , and art thou the heir ? You came not of one mother , then , it seems . Bast . Most certain of one mother , mighty king ; That is ...
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... John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John ...
... John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here ! Eli . He hath a trick of Coeur - de - lion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In the large composition of this man ? K. John ...
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... John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate : Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him ; And if she did play false , the fault was hers , Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother ...
... John . Sirrah , your brother is legitimate : Your father's wife did after wedlock bear him ; And if she did play false , the fault was hers , Which fault lies on the hazards of all husbands That marry wives . Tell me , how if my brother ...
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... John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest : Kneel thou down Philip , but rise more great ...
... John . What is thy name ? Bast . Philip , my liege ; so is my name begun ; Philip , good old Sir Robert's wife's eldest son . K. John . From henceforth bear his name whose form thou bearest : Kneel thou down Philip , but rise more great ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
art thou Aumerle Baptista Bast Bianca Bion BIONDELLO Bishop of Carlisle blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath Camillo Count daughter dear death doth Duke duke of Hereford Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father Faulconbridge fear fool France friends Gaunt Gent gentleman give Gremio grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Hortensio Illyria John Kate Kath KATHARINA king knave lady Leon liege look lord Lucentio Madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master mistress never noble Northumberland Padua pardon peace Petruchio pr'ythee pray prince queen Re-enter Rich Rousillon SCENE Servant Shep Sicilia signior Sir ANDREW AGUE-CHEEK Sir Toby Sir TOBY BELCH Sirrah soul speak swear sweet tell thee There's thine thou art thou hast tongue Tranio wife
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Seite 476 - Richard : no man cried , God save him ; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home; But dust was thrown upon his sacred head , Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience, That had not God , for some strong purpose , steel'd The hearts of men , they must perforce have melted , And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Seite 288 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 190 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. Duke. But died thy sister of her love, my boy ? Vio.
Seite 137 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our faults whipped them not, and our crimes would despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 457 - My figur'd goblets for a dish of wood, My sceptre for a palmer's walking-staff, My subjects for a pair of carved saints, And my large kingdom for a little grave, A little little grave, an obscure grave : Or I'll be buried in the king's highway, Some way of common trade, where subjects...
Seite 289 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids ; bold...