The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare, Band 2Andrus, Judd, & Frnaklin, 1838 |
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... mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl , and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree slip ; whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevils ' noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I ...
... mother took into her blameful bed Some stern untutor'd churl , and noble stock Was graft with crab - tree slip ; whose fruit thou art , And never of the Nevils ' noble race . War . But that the guilt of murder bucklers thee , And I ...
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... mother's dug between its líps : Where , from thy sight , I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes , ' To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth ; ' So should'st thou either turn my flying soul , ' Or I should ...
... mother's dug between its líps : Where , from thy sight , I should be raging mad And cry out for thee to close up mine eyes , ' To have thee with thy lips to stop my mouth ; ' So should'st thou either turn my flying soul , ' Or I should ...
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... mother's bleeding heart . By thee , Anjou and Maine were sold to France . The false revolting Normans , through thec , * Disdain to call us lord ; and Picardy Hath slain their governors , surpris'd our forts , * And sent the ragged ...
... mother's bleeding heart . By thee , Anjou and Maine were sold to France . The false revolting Normans , through thec , * Disdain to call us lord ; and Picardy Hath slain their governors , surpris'd our forts , * And sent the ragged ...
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... mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire , nor dam ; But like a foul misshapen stigmatic , Mark'd by the destinies ' to be avoided , boy ! ' As venom toads , or ...
... mother stands ; For , well I wot , thou hast thy mother's tongue . Q. Mar. But thou art neither like thy sire , nor dam ; But like a foul misshapen stigmatic , Mark'd by the destinies ' to be avoided , boy ! ' As venom toads , or ...
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... mother , for a father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfied ? Fath . How will my wife , for slaughter of my son , Shed seas of tears , and ne'er be satisfied ? ( 1 ) This word here means dreadful events . ( 2 ) Think ...
... mother , for a father's death , Take on with me , and ne'er be satisfied ? Fath . How will my wife , for slaughter of my son , Shed seas of tears , and ne'er be satisfied ? ( 1 ) This word here means dreadful events . ( 2 ) Think ...
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Seite 239 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Seite 65 - So many hours must I tend my flock; So many hours must I take my rest; So many hours must I contemplate; So many hours must I sport myself; So many days my ewes have been with young; So many weeks ere the poor fools will...
Seite 425 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Seite 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 84 - Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 158 - A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 226 - And do you now put on your best attire ? And do you now cull out a holiday ? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey 's blood? Be gone ! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 418 - GHOST. I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood...
Seite 435 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 239 - Caesar lov'd you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men ; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For, if you should, O, what would come of it!