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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... breathe life into a stone , Quicken a rock , and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemaine a pen in ' s hand , And write to her a love ...
... breathe life into a stone , Quicken a rock , and make you dance canary With spritely fire and motion ; whose simple touch Is powerful to araise king Pepin , nay , To give great Charlemaine a pen in ' s hand , And write to her a love ...
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... breath is barr'd . It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' t is with us that square our guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
... breath is barr'd . It is not so with him that all things knows , As ' t is with us that square our guess by shows ; But most it is presumption in us , when The help of heaven we count the act of men . Dear Sir , to my endeavours give ...
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... breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate : you are a vagabond , and no true traveller . You are more ...
... breathe themselves upon thee . Par . This is hard and undeserved measure , my lord . Laf . Go to , Sir ; you were beaten in Italy for picking a kernel out of a pomegranate : you are a vagabond , and no true traveller . You are more ...
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... breath , now she sings in heaven . Fr. Env . How is this justified ? and Fr. Gent . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which make her story true , even to the point of her death : her death it- self , which could not be her ...
... breath , now she sings in heaven . Fr. Env . How is this justified ? and Fr. Gent . The stronger part of it by her own letters ; which make her story true , even to the point of her death : her death it- self , which could not be her ...
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... breathe . O time ! thou must untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t ' untie . SCENE III . A Room in OLIVIA'S House . [ Exit . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and Sir ANDREW AGue - cheek . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to ...
... breathe . O time ! thou must untangle this , not I ; It is too hard a knot for me t ' untie . SCENE III . A Room in OLIVIA'S House . [ Exit . Enter Sir TOBY BELCH , and Sir ANDREW AGue - cheek . Sir To . Approach , Sir Andrew : not to ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare, Printed from the Text of J ... William Shakespeare,John Payne Collier Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2015 |
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
Beliebte Passagen
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...