I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again... The Plays of Shakespeare with the Poems - Seite 699von William Shakespeare - 1860Vollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| John Green, Paul Negri - 2000 - 68 Seiten
...alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again...heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again, It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree. [Kissing... | |
| Nick Potter, Nicholas Potter - 2000 - 198 Seiten
...Next come misgivings over the Finality of the deed: Put out the light, and then put out the light; If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again...heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose I cannot give it vital growth again, It must needs wither: I'll smell it on the tree [V, ii,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2002 - 196 Seiten
...alabaster — Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again...again; It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree. He kisses her 17 sword: the weapon for the execution of justice. 21-2 this sorrow's . . . love: 'For... | |
| G. Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 Seiten
...alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then — put out the light. If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again...heat That can thy light relume. When I have pluck'd the rose I cannot give it vital growth again. It needs must wither. I'll smell it on the tree. O balmy... | |
| Richard Nelson - 2004 - 446 Seiten
...must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light. (He chokes up.) If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again...Promethean heat That can thy light relume. When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again; It needs must wither. I'll smell thee on the... | |
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