The Plays of William Shakspeare ... |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 5
Seite 229
Clot . When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear , it is not for any standers - by to
curtail his oaths : Ha ? 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor crop the ears of them . [ -Afide .
Clot . Whorefon dog ! -I give him satisfaction ? ' Would , he had been one of my
rank ...
Clot . When a gentleman is dispos'd to swear , it is not for any standers - by to
curtail his oaths : Ha ? 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor crop the ears of them . [ -Afide .
Clot . Whorefon dog ! -I give him satisfaction ? ' Would , he had been one of my
rank ...
Seite 240
Clot . A gentleman . Lady . No more ? Clot . Yes , and a gentlewoman's son .
Lady . That's more Than some , whose taylors are as dear as yours , Can justly
boast of : What's your lordship's pleasure ? Ciot . Your lady's person : Is she
ready ?
Clot . A gentleman . Lady . No more ? Clot . Yes , and a gentlewoman's son .
Lady . That's more Than some , whose taylors are as dear as yours , Can justly
boast of : What's your lordship's pleasure ? Ciot . Your lady's person : Is she
ready ?
Seite 243
Clot . The south - fog rot him ! Imo . He never can meet more mischance , than
come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever hath but clip'd
his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all ...
Clot . The south - fog rot him ! Imo . He never can meet more mischance , than
come To be but nam'd of thee . His meanest garment , That ever hath but clip'd
his body , is dearer , In my respect , than all the hairs above thee , Were they all ...
Seite 285
Clot . Where is she , sir ? Come nearer ; No further halting : satisfy me home ,
What is become of her ? Pif . O , my all - worthy lord ! Clot . All - worthy villain !
Discover where thy mistress is , at once , At the next word , No more of worthy
lord ...
Clot . Where is she , sir ? Come nearer ; No further halting : satisfy me home ,
What is become of her ? Pif . O , my all - worthy lord ! Clot . All - worthy villain !
Discover where thy mistress is , at once , At the next word , No more of worthy
lord ...
Seite 298
Clot . Soft ! What are you That fy me thus ? fome villain mountaineers ? I have
heard of such . - What Nave art thou ? Guid . ... Clot . Thou art a robber , A law -
breaker , a villain : ' Yield thee , thief . Guid . To who ? to thee ? What are thou ?
Clot . Soft ! What are you That fy me thus ? fome villain mountaineers ? I have
heard of such . - What Nave art thou ? Guid . ... Clot . Thou art a robber , A law -
breaker , a villain : ' Yield thee , thief . Guid . To who ? to thee ? What are thou ?
Was andere dazu sagen - Rezension schreiben
Es wurden keine Rezensionen gefunden.
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles againſt Ajax ancient anſwer appears arms bear believe better blood bring brother called Clot comes copies daughter death doth editions editors Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fall father fear firſt folio fool give gods hand hath head hear heart heaven Hector himſelf honour I'll Italy JOHNSON keep Kent king lady laſt Lear leave lines live look lord MALONE maſter means mind moſt muſt nature never night noble once paſſage perhaps play poor pray preſent quarto queen reaſon ſaid ſame ſay ſee ſeems ſenſe Shakſpeare ſhall ſhe ſhould ſir ſome ſon ſpeak ſpeech ſtand STEEVENS ſtill ſuch tell thee theſe thing thoſe thou thought Troi Troilus true uſed WARBURTON whoſe
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 601 - Kent. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him, That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Seite 302 - Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave: Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweeten'd not thy breath...
Seite 486 - LEAR. Let the great gods, That keep this dreadful pother o'er our heads, Find out their enemies now.
Seite 476 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think I'll weep ; No, I'll not weep : — • I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws, Or ere I'll weep : — O, fool, I shall go mad ! {Exeunt LEAR, GLOSTER, KENT, and Fool.
Seite 559 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Seite 558 - Look with thine ears : see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
Seite 572 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments, nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 378 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty : ; Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Seite 35 - But when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents ! what mutiny ! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture...
Seite 594 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Plays of William Shakspeare ... Band 9 von The Plays of William Shakspeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Herausgeber | Isaac Reed |
| Verlag | C. Bathurst, 1785 |
| Original von | Oxford University |
| Digitalisiert | 10. Juli 2007 |
| Zitat exportieren | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |