Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Band 4D. Leach, 1767 |
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... honour , So like a courtier : no contempt nor bitterness Were in him , pride or fharpnefs ; if they were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him fpeak , and , at this ...
... honour , So like a courtier : no contempt nor bitterness Were in him , pride or fharpnefs ; if they were , His equal had awak'd them ; and his honour , Clock to itself , knew the true minute when Exception bid him fpeak , and , at this ...
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... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble : My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal dye : He must not be my brother . Cou . Nor I your mother . HEL . You are my mother , madam , -Would ...
... honour'd name ; No note upon my parents , his all noble : My mafter , my dear lord he is ; and I His fervant live , and will his vaffal dye : He must not be my brother . Cou . Nor I your mother . HEL . You are my mother , madam , -Would ...
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... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; o then , give pity To her , whose ftate is fuch , that cannot choose But lend , and ...
... honour cites a virtuous youth , Did ever , in so true a flame of liking , With chaftly , and love dearly , that your Dian Was both herself and love ; o then , give pity To her , whose ftate is fuch , that cannot choose But lend , and ...
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... the luckieft ftars in heaven : and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his grace's cure , 26 -thing in't honour By fuch a day , and hour . Cou . All's well , that ends well . 21.
... the luckieft ftars in heaven : and , would your But give me leave to try fuccefs , I'd venture The well - loft life of mine on his grace's cure , 26 -thing in't honour By fuch a day , and hour . Cou . All's well , that ends well . 21.
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... honour be bought up , and no fword worn , But one to dance with By heaven , I'll steal away . 1. L. There's honour in the theft . PAR . Commit it , count . 2. L. I am your acceffary ; and fo farewel . BER . I grow to you , and our ...
... honour be bought up , and no fword worn , But one to dance with By heaven , I'll steal away . 1. L. There's honour in the theft . PAR . Commit it , count . 2. L. I am your acceffary ; and fo farewel . BER . I grow to you , and our ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
againſt anſwer Antigonus Banquo BERTRAM beſt blood Bohemia Camillo Cleomenes Clown doft elſe Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid fame father fear feems fervant fervice fhall fhew fince fing Fleance fleep fome fomething fool forrow foul fpeak ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fwear fweet fword gentleman give hand hath hear heart heaven himſelf honeft honour houſe i'the Illyria in't is't itſelf king knave Knock lady LAFEU lefs loft lord Macbeth MACd Macduff madam mafter Malvolio miſtreſs moft moſt muft muſt myſelf noble o'the on't Polixenes pr'ythee pray queen Rofillion ſay SCENE ſeem ſhall ſhe ſhould Sicilia Sir TOBY ſpeak ſtay ſweet tell thane thee There's thine things thou art to't wife worfe yourſelf
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 72 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 23 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 20 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 11 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Seite 49 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Seite 23 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 71 - 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 31 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 15 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 28 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.