The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Band 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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... tongue - ty'd , and so loath to speak , In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier ...
... tongue - ty'd , and so loath to speak , In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Let him that is a true - born gentleman , And stands upon the honour of his birth , If he suppose that I have pleaded truth , From off this brier ...
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... tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue , Else with the like I had requited him : Therefore , good uncle , -for my father's sake , In honour of a true Plantagenet , And for alliance ...
... tongue , And did upbraid me with my father's death ; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue , Else with the like I had requited him : Therefore , good uncle , -for my father's sake , In honour of a true Plantagenet , And for alliance ...
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... tongue , Lest it be said , Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? Else would I have a fling at Winchester . [ Aside . K. Hen . Uncles of Gloster , and of Winchester The special watchmen of our ...
... tongue , Lest it be said , Speak , sirrah , when you should ; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? Else would I have a fling at Winchester . [ Aside . K. Hen . Uncles of Gloster , and of Winchester The special watchmen of our ...
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... tongue ? is she not here thy prisoner ? Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight ? Ay ; beauty's princely majesty is such , Confounds the tongue , and makes the senses rough . Mar. Say , earl of Suffolk , -if thy name be so , - What ...
... tongue ? is she not here thy prisoner ? Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight ? Ay ; beauty's princely majesty is such , Confounds the tongue , and makes the senses rough . Mar. Say , earl of Suffolk , -if thy name be so , - What ...
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... tongue begins to double . * Sound trumpets , alarum to the combatants . [ Alarum . They fight , and Peter strikes down his master . Hor . Hold , Peter , hold ! I confess , I confess treason . [ Dies . * York . Take away his weapon ...
... tongue begins to double . * Sound trumpets , alarum to the combatants . [ Alarum . They fight , and Peter strikes down his master . Hor . Hold , Peter , hold ! I confess , I confess treason . [ Dies . * York . Take away his weapon ...
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Seite 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Seite 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Seite 425 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Seite 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 84 - 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 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood...
Seite 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!