Fifteen Plays of Shakespeare: With a Glossary Abridged from the Oxford Shakespeare Glossary of C.T. OnionsClarendon Press, 1916 - 1143 Seiten |
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... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , 385 390 395 But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange ... eye advance , 405 And say what thou seest yond . Miranda . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe ...
... eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , 385 390 395 But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and strange ... eye advance , 405 And say what thou seest yond . Miranda . What is't ? a spirit ? Lord , how it looks about ! Believe ...
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... eyes , -ne'er since at ebb , -beheld The king my father wrack'd . Miranda . Ferdinand . Alack , for mercy ! 430 434 Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the Duke of Milan , And his brave son being twain . Prospero . [ Aside . ] The Duke of ...
... eyes , -ne'er since at ebb , -beheld The king my father wrack'd . Miranda . Ferdinand . Alack , for mercy ! 430 434 Yes , faith , and all his lords ; the Duke of Milan , And his brave son being twain . Prospero . [ Aside . ] The Duke of ...
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... eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find 200 They are inclin'd to do so . Sebastian . Please you , sir , Do not omit the heavy offer of it : It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth It is a comforter . Antonio . We two ...
... eyes Would , with themselves , shut up my thoughts : I find 200 They are inclin'd to do so . Sebastian . Please you , sir , Do not omit the heavy offer of it : It seldom visits sorrow ; when it doth It is a comforter . Antonio . We two ...
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... eyes . Theseus . Rather your eyes must with his judgment look . Hermia . I do entreat your Grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts ...
... eyes . Theseus . Rather your eyes must with his judgment look . Hermia . I do entreat your Grace to pardon me . I know not by what power I am made bold , Nor how it may concern my modesty In such a presence here to plead my thoughts ...
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... eyes are lode - stars ! and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , 180 When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . Sickness is catching : O ! were favour so , Yours would I catch , fair Hermia , ere I ...
... eyes are lode - stars ! and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , 180 When wheat is green , when hawthorn buds appear . Sickness is catching : O ! were favour so , Yours would I catch , fair Hermia , ere I ...
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Antonio Ariel Aufidius Aumerle Banquo Bassanio bear blood Bolingbroke brother Brutus Buckingham Caesar Caliban Casca Cassius Catesby Celia Citizen Clown Cominius Coriolanus dear death Demetrius dost doth Duchess Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fluellen fool France friends gentle Gentleman give Gloucester Grace Gratiano Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Henry Hermia hither honour Horatio Jaques Katharine king lady Lady Macbeth Launcelot live look lord Lysander Macbeth Macduff madam majesty Malvolio Marcius Mark Antony Menenius Murd never night noble Norfolk Olivia Orlando Pandulph peace Polonius Portia pray prince prithee Prospero queen Re-enter Richard Rome Rosalind Rosencrantz SCENE Sebastian Servingman shalt Shylock Sicinius Sir Andrew Sir Toby sleep soldier soul speak Stephano swear sweet sword tell thee Theseus thine thing thou art thou hast Titinius tongue Touchstone Trinculo unto Viola Volumnia Wolsey word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 664 - 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.
Seite 189 - The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 826 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
Seite 1023 - Thou, nature, art my goddess ; to thy law My services are bound : Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom ; and permit The curiosity of nations to deprive me, For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines Lag of a brother? Why bastard?
Seite 969 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 666 - 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 141 - If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge : If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example ? why, revenge. The villainy you teach me I will execute ; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Seite 47 - Have wak'd their sleepers ; /op'd and let them forth, By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heavenly music (which even now I do), To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Seite 872 - Methought I heard a voice cry "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep," the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast, — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried, "Sleep no more!" to all the house: "Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more, Macbeth shall sleep no more!
Seite 99 - These antique fables, nor these fairy toys. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet Are of imagination all compact. One sees more devils than vast Hell can hold, That is, the madman. The lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt.