The Plays of Shakespeare, Band 3G. Routledge & Company, 1860 |
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... head akes , what a head have I. " In " Coriolanus , " Act III . Sc . 1 , - 66 and my soule akes To know , " & c . And in " Othello , " Act IV . Sc . 2 , - " That the sense akes at thee . " While in every instance where it occurs as a ...
... head akes , what a head have I. " In " Coriolanus , " Act III . Sc . 1 , - 66 and my soule akes To know , " & c . And in " Othello , " Act IV . Sc . 2 , - " That the sense akes at thee . " While in every instance where it occurs as a ...
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... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke b Ha , ha , ha ! So , you're paid . ] In the old copies , " So , you're paid , " is given to Antonio , wrongly . e Temperance . ] That is ...
... head ' Bove the contentious waves he kept , and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke b Ha , ha , ha ! So , you're paid . ] In the old copies , " So , you're paid , " is given to Antonio , wrongly . e Temperance . ] That is ...
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... head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail- fuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish : a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , poor - John . A ...
... head : yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail- fuls . What have we here ? a man or a fish ? dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish : a very ancient and fish - like smell ; a kind of , not of the newest , poor - John . A ...
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... head . TRIN . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . STE . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover ...
... head . TRIN . Where should they be set else ? he were a brave monster indeed , if they were set in his tail . STE . My man - monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part , the sea cannot drown me ; I swam , ere I could recover ...
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... head . CAL . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? STE . Ay , on mine honour . ARI . This will I tell my master . CAL . Thou mak'st me merry ; I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : will you troll ...
... head . CAL . Within this half - hour will he be asleep ; Wilt thou destroy him then ? STE . Ay , on mine honour . ARI . This will I tell my master . CAL . Thou mak'st me merry ; I am full of pleasure ; Let us be jocund : will you troll ...
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Achilles Ajax Antony Banquo bear blood Brutus Cæsar CASCA Cassius CLEO Cleopatra Collier's annotator Coriolanus CRES daughter dead dear death deed DEMET Desdemona dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear folio omits follow fool fortune friends give gods grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour IAGO Julius Cæsar KENT king kiss lady Laertes LEAR live look lord Lucius MACB Macbeth MACD madam Marcius Mark Antony means never night noble o'er Old text Othello Pandarus Patroclus play Pompey poor pr'ythee pray quarto queen Re-enter Rome SCENE Shakespeare shalt shame soul speak stand Steevens sweet sword tears tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Titus Titus Andronicus tongue Troilus true ULYSS unto wife word Отн
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 357 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we. have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Seite 436 - 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 539 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Seite 444 - I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you For certain sums of gold, which you denied me: For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their...
Seite 507 - 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 440 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood : I only speak right on ; I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you Sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths,...
Seite 338 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Seite 342 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Seite 20 - I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ; Letters should not be known ; riches, poverty, And use of service, none ; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none ; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too, — but innocent and pure ; No sovereignty, — Seb.
Seite 760 - ... 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...