The Works of William ShakespeareMacMillan, 1867 - 1075 Seiten |
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... dead open your mouth ; this will shake your shaking , or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very I can tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of not of the who's your friend : open ...
... dead open your mouth ; this will shake your shaking , or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very I can tell you , and that soundly : you cannot tell ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of not of the who's your friend : open ...
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... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Esculapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully stale ? is he dead ? 31 Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld ; he is not ...
... dead , my Ethiopian ? is he dead , my Francisco ? ha , bully ! What says my Esculapius ? my Galen ? my heart of elder ? ha ! is he dead , bully stale ? is he dead ? 31 Caius . By gar , he is de coward Jack priest of de vorld ; he is not ...
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... dead : Let her awhile be secretly kept in , And publish it that she is dead indeed ; Maintain a mourning ostentation And on your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites That appertain unto a burial . 200 210 Leon ...
... dead : Let her awhile be secretly kept in , And publish it that she is dead indeed ; Maintain a mourning ostentation And on your family's old monument Hang mournful epitaphs and do all rites That appertain unto a burial . 200 210 Leon ...
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... dead upon mine and my master's false accusa- tion ; and , briefly , I desire nothing but the re- ward of a villain . D. Pedro . Runs not this speech like iron through your blood ? Claud . I have drunk poison whiles he ut- ter'd it . D ...
... dead upon mine and my master's false accusa- tion ; and , briefly , I desire nothing but the re- ward of a villain . D. Pedro . Runs not this speech like iron through your blood ? Claud . I have drunk poison whiles he ut- ter'd it . D ...
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... dead ! Leon . She died , my lord , but whiles her slan- der lived . 70 Friar . All this amazement can I qualify ; When after that the holy rites are ended , I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : Meantime let wonder seem familiar ...
... dead ! Leon . She died , my lord , but whiles her slan- der lived . 70 Friar . All this amazement can I qualify ; When after that the holy rites are ended , I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death : Meantime let wonder seem familiar ...
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Alençon arms art thou Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin crown daughter death doth Duke Duke of York Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Falstaff Farewell father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Glou grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio madam majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Pist Pompey pray Prince prithee Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame Signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff sirrah Somerset soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto Warwick wife wilt word York ΙΟ
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Seite 192 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Seite 458 - Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
Seite 198 - Tis mightiest in the mightiest : it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway ; It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself ; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Though justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none...
Seite 160 - When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit ; Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.