The works of William Shakspeare, life, glossary &c. repr. from the early eds. and compared with recent commentators, Teil 73 |
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... blood Is very snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense , But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind , study and fast . He ( to give fear to use and liberty , Which have , for ...
... blood Is very snow - broth ; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense , But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind , study and fast . He ( to give fear to use and liberty , Which have , for ...
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... Blood , thou art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' Tis not the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now ! who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , Ang . Teach her the way . [ Exit Servant ...
... Blood , thou art blood ! Let's write good angel on the devil's horn , ' Tis not the devil's crest . Enter Servant . How now ! who's there ? Serv . Desires access to you . One Isabel , a sister , Ang . Teach her the way . [ Exit Servant ...
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... blood can be : The sea will ebb and flow , heaven show his face ; Young blood doth not obey an old decree : We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; King . What , did these rent lines show some love of thine ? [ heavenly Rosaline ...
... blood can be : The sea will ebb and flow , heaven show his face ; Young blood doth not obey an old decree : We cannot cross the cause why we were born ; King . What , did these rent lines show some love of thine ? [ heavenly Rosaline ...
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... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , [ moon . You can endure the livery of a nun ; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Thrice ...
... blood , Whether , if you yield not to your father's choice , [ moon . You can endure the livery of a nun ; For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd , To live a barren sister all your life , Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless Thrice ...
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... blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me : would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon , This whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the moon May through ...
... blood , plunge in the deep , And kill me too . The sun was not so true unto the day , As he to me : would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon , This whole earth may be bor'd ; and that the moon May through ...
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answer arms Attendants bear better blood bring brother comes crown daughter dead dear death dost doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith father fear follow fool Ford fortune France gentle give gone grace hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry hold honour hope Host hour I'll John keep king lady leave Leon live look lord madam marry master mean meet mind mistress never night noble once peace play poor pray present prince queen Rich SCENE serve soul speak Speed spirit stand stay sweet tell thank thee thine thing thou art thou hast thought thousand tongue true turn unto wife woman York young
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Seite 211 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines...
Seite 146 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue (conceit's expositor), Delivers in such apt and gracious words, That aged ears play truant at his tales, And younger hearings are quite ravished ; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.
Seite 474 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips, Straining upon the start. The game's afoot; Follow your spirit: and, upon this charge,...
Seite 201 - 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 ? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
Seite 224 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank ; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Seite 8 - All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seite 396 - Now is this golden crown like a deep well That owes two buckets filling one another ; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen, and full of water : That bucket down, and full of tears, am I, Drinking my griefs, whilst you mount up on high.
Seite 547 - Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar-school ; and whereas, before, our forefathers had no other books but the score and the tally, thou hast caused printing to be used ; and, contrary to the king, his crown, and dignity, thou hast built a paper-mill.