Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Band 7D. Leach, 1767 |
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... shall not be long ; I will deliver you , or elfe lye for you : Mean time , have patience . CLA . I muft perforce ; farewel . [ Exeunt CLA . BRA . and Guard . RIC . Go , tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return , Simple , plain ...
... shall not be long ; I will deliver you , or elfe lye for you : Mean time , have patience . CLA . I muft perforce ; farewel . [ Exeunt CLA . BRA . and Guard . RIC . Go , tread the path that thou shalt ne'er return , Simple , plain ...
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... Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary . ANN . I would , I knew thy heart . RIC . " Tis figur'd in my tongue . ANN . I fear me , both are falfe . RIC . Then never man was true . ANN ...
... Shall , for thy love , kill a far truer love ; To both their deaths fhalt thou be acceffary . ANN . I would , I knew thy heart . RIC . " Tis figur'd in my tongue . ANN . I fear me , both are falfe . RIC . Then never man was true . ANN ...
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... shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess . Live each of you the fubjects to his hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . HAS . My hair doth stand on end to hear Richard III . 27.
... shall split thy very heart with forrow ; And fay , poor Margaret was a prophetess . Live each of you the fubjects to his hate , And he to yours , and all of you to God's ! [ Exit . HAS . My hair doth stand on end to hear Richard III . 27.
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... Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk . K. E. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death , And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? 27 requests . My brother kill'd no man , his fault was thought Richard III . 41.
... Lately attendant on the duke of Norfolk . K. E. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death , And shall that tongue give pardon to a slave ? 27 requests . My brother kill'd no man , his fault was thought Richard III . 41.
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... shall be that straight shall poft to Ludlow . Madam , and you my mother , will you go To give your cenfures in this weighty business ? Buc . My lord , whoever journeys to the prince , " " For God's fake , let not us two stay at home ...
... shall be that straight shall poft to Ludlow . Madam , and you my mother , will you go To give your cenfures in this weighty business ? Buc . My lord , whoever journeys to the prince , " " For God's fake , let not us two stay at home ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt Antium Aufidius bear blood brother Buckingham cardinal Catesby Clarence Cominius confcience Coriolanus curfe death doth duke Dukes of NORFOLK Earl of SURREY Edward elſe enemies Enter Exeunt Exit faid fame fear fenators fent fervice fhall fhame fhew fince firſt flain fleep fome forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftate ftill fuch fword give Glofter grace Haftings hath hear heart heaven highneſs himſelf honour houſe i'the king king's lady Lartius laſt live lord Lord Chamberlain madam mafter Marcius MENENIUS moft moſt mother muft muſt myſelf noble o'the peace perfon pray prince queen reft Richard Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould Sir Thomas Lovel ſpeak ſtand ſtate tell thee thou tongue unto voices Volcians yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 73 - I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, 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 76 - 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...
Seite 40 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Seite 4 - That dogs bark at me as I halt by them; Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity; And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Seite 76 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it ? Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Seite 30 - Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears What sights of ugly death within mine eyes.
Seite 73 - Why, well; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Seite 73 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Seite 3 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 30 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.