The Complete Dramatic and Poetical Works of William Shakespeare, Band 2Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, 1879 - 896 Seiten |
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... wife . Suf . No , gentle madam ; I unworthy am To woo so fair a dame to be his wife And have no portion in the choice myself . How say you , madam , are ye so content ? Mar. An if my father please , I am content . Suf . Then call our ...
... wife . Suf . No , gentle madam ; I unworthy am To woo so fair a dame to be his wife And have no portion in the choice myself . How say you , madam , are ye so content ? Mar. An if my father please , I am content . Suf . Then call our ...
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... wife Eleanor . Duch . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to ...
... wife Eleanor . Duch . Why droops my lord , like over - ripen'd corn , Hanging the head at Ceres ' plenteous load ? Why doth the great Duke Humphrey knit his brows , As frowning at the favours of the world ? Why are thine eyes fix'd to ...
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... wife and all , from me . Suf . Thy wife too ! that's some wrong , indeed . What's yours ? What's here ! [ Reads ] " Against the Duke of Suffolk , for enclosing the commons of Melford . ' How now , sir knave ! Sec . Petit . Alas , sir ...
... wife and all , from me . Suf . Thy wife too ! that's some wrong , indeed . What's yours ? What's here ! [ Reads ] " Against the Duke of Suffolk , for enclosing the commons of Melford . ' How now , sir knave ! Sec . Petit . Alas , sir ...
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... Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an ' t like your worship . Glou . Hadst thou been his mother , thou couldst have better told . King . Where wert thou born ? [ grace . Simp . At Berwick in the ...
... Wife . Ay , indeed , was he . Suf . What woman is this ? Wife . His wife , an ' t like your worship . Glou . Hadst thou been his mother , thou couldst have better told . King . Where wert thou born ? [ grace . Simp . At Berwick in the ...
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... wife , I know not how it stands ; Sorry I am to hear what I have heard : Noble she is , but if she have forgot Honour and virtue and conversed with such As , like to pitch , defile nobility , I banish her my bed and company And give her ...
... wife , I know not how it stands ; Sorry I am to hear what I have heard : Noble she is , but if she have forgot Honour and virtue and conversed with such As , like to pitch , defile nobility , I banish her my bed and company And give her ...
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