The Complete Dramatic and Poetical Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, 1879 - 896 Seiten |
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... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread That they supposed I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I ...
... fear of sudden death . In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ; So great fear of my name ' mongst them was spread That they supposed I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I ...
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... fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , T is not for fear but anger that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses , And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan . Hath not thy rose a ...
... fear , as witnessing The truth on our side . Som . No , Plantagenet , T is not for fear but anger that thy cheeks Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses , And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error . Plan . Hath not thy rose a ...
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... fear me , if thy thoughts were sifted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart . Win . Gloucester , I do defy thee . Lords , vouch- To give me hearing what I shall reply . If I were ...
... fear me , if thy thoughts were sifted , The king , thy sovereign , is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart . Win . Gloucester , I do defy thee . Lords , vouch- To give me hearing what I shall reply . If I were ...
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... fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce Betwixt ourselves and all our followers : So help me God , as I dissemble not ! Win . [ Aside ] So help me God , as I ...
... fear me , with a hollow heart.- See here , my friends and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce Betwixt ourselves and all our followers : So help me God , as I dissemble not ! Win . [ Aside ] So help me God , as I ...
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... fear . Puc . Of all base passions , fear is most accursed . Command the conquest , Charles , it shall be thine , Let Henry fret and all the world repine . Char . Then on , my lords ; and France be for- [ Exeunt . tunate ! SCENE III ...
... fear . Puc . Of all base passions , fear is most accursed . Command the conquest , Charles , it shall be thine , Let Henry fret and all the world repine . Char . Then on , my lords ; and France be for- [ Exeunt . tunate ! SCENE III ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Ajax Alarum Antony Apem Apemantus art thou bear blood brother Brutus Cæsar Cassio Cleo Coriolanus Cres crown Cymbeline daughter dead dear death deed dost doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool friends Gent gentle gentleman give Glou Gloucester gods grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven hither honour Iago Kent king lady Lear live look lord Lucius Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius Mark Antony ne'er never night noble Othello Pandarus Patroclus peace Pericles poor pray prince prithee queen Re-enter revenge Rich Rome Romeo SCENE shame soldiers Somerset soul speak stand Suffolk sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast tongue Troilus Tybalt unto villain Warwick weep wife wilt words York
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 638 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country ? If any, speak ; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Seite 678 - s the respect That makes calamity of so long life ; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels ' bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after...
Seite 850 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste: Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the...
Seite 725 - For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience...
Seite 639 - 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 497 - Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing ; To his music plants and flowers Ever sprung, as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing die.
Seite 650 - The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, And take my milk for gall, you murdering ministers, Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Seite 514 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place ? Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark ! what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy...
Seite 663 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 637 - All pity choked with custom of fell deeds : And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry