The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Band 8 |
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... cause ; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it . Re - enter LEAR . Lear . What , fifty of my followers , at a clap ! Within a fortnight ? Alb . What's the matter , sir ? Lear . I'll tell thee ; - Life and death ! I ...
... cause ; But let his disposition have that scope That dotage gives it . Re - enter LEAR . Lear . What , fifty of my followers , at a clap ! Within a fortnight ? Alb . What's the matter , sir ? Lear . I'll tell thee ; - Life and death ! I ...
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... cause again , I'll pluck you out ; And cast you , with the waters that you lose , To temper clay . Ha ! is it come to this ? Let it be so : -Yet have I left a daughter , - -- Who , I am sure , is kind and comfortable ; When she shall ...
... cause again , I'll pluck you out ; And cast you , with the waters that you lose , To temper clay . Ha ! is it come to this ? Let it be so : -Yet have I left a daughter , - -- Who , I am sure , is kind and comfortable ; When she shall ...
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... cause ; send down , and take my part ! - to scant my sizes , ] To contract my allowances or propor- tions settled . Sizes are certain portions of bread , beer , or other victuals , which in publick societies are set down to the account ...
... cause ; send down , and take my part ! - to scant my sizes , ] To contract my allowances or propor- tions settled . Sizes are certain portions of bread , beer , or other victuals , which in publick societies are set down to the account ...
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... all the world shall I will do such things , What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep : · I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart 62 ACT II . KING LEAR .
... all the world shall I will do such things , What they are , yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth . You think , I'll weep ; No , I'll not weep : · I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart 62 ACT II . KING LEAR .
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William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I'll weep : -O , fool , I shall go mad ! [ Exeunt LEAR , GLOSTER ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens, Edmond Malone, Alexander Chalmers. I have full cause of weeping ; but this heart Shall break into a hundred thousand flaws , Or ere I'll weep : -O , fool , I shall go mad ! [ Exeunt LEAR , GLOSTER ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 399 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Seite 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Seite 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Seite 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 339 - Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Seite 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Seite 306 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Seite 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?