Mr. William Shakespeare: His Comedies, Histories, and Tragedies, Band 4D. Leach, 1767 |
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... never ranfom nature From her inaidable estate , I say , we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady - To empericks ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A ...
... never ranfom nature From her inaidable estate , I say , we must not So ftain our judgment , or corrupt our hope , To prostitute our paft - cure malady - To empericks ; or to diffever fo Our great felf and our credit , to esteem A ...
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... ; HEL . Be not afraid [ to 3d L. ] that I your hand should I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows ! and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! LAF 34 All's well , that ends well .
... ; HEL . Be not afraid [ to 3d L. ] that I your hand should I'll never do you wrong for your own fake : Bleffing upon your vows ! and in your bed Find fairer fortune , if you ever wed ! LAF 34 All's well , that ends well .
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... never hope to know why I should marry her . [ bed . Kin . Thou know'ft , she has rais'd me from my fickly BER . But follows it , my lord , to bring me down Must answer for your raising ? I know her well ; She had her breeding at my ...
... never hope to know why I should marry her . [ bed . Kin . Thou know'ft , she has rais'd me from my fickly BER . But follows it , my lord , to bring me down Must answer for your raising ? I know her well ; She had her breeding at my ...
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... never bed her . PAR . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot : to the wars ! [ pórt is , BER . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- I know not yet . PAR . Ay , that would be known : To 40 All's ...
... never bed her . PAR . France is a dog - hole , and it no more merits The tread of a man's foot : to the wars ! [ pórt is , BER . There's letters from my mother ; what the im- I know not yet . PAR . Ay , that would be known : To 40 All's ...
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... never come , Whilft I can shake my fword , or hear the drum : — Away , and for our flight . PAR . Bravely , coragio ! ACT III . [ Exeunt . 20 would my Lord : Faith 24 v . Note , SCENE I. Florence . A Room in the Duke's Palace 46 All's ...
... never come , Whilft I can shake my fword , or hear the drum : — Away , and for our flight . PAR . Bravely , coragio ! ACT III . [ Exeunt . 20 would my Lord : Faith 24 v . Note , SCENE I. Florence . A Room in the Duke's Palace 46 All's ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 72 - The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and ill together : our virtues would be proud if our faults whipped them not; and our crimes would despair if they were not cherished by our virtues.
Seite 23 - I go, and it is done: the bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven, or to hell.
Seite 20 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? MACB. Prithee, peace: I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. LADY M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you.
Seite 11 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill : cannot be good. If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth? I am thane of Cawdor: If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Seite 49 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble; 20 Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Third Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf, Witches...
Seite 23 - Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my where-about, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 71 - 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 31 - Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids that weave their thread with bones, Do use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age.
Seite 15 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty...
Seite 28 - Dear Duff, I pr'ythee, contradict thyself, And say, it is not so. Re-enter MACBETH and LENOX. Macb. Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had liv'da blessed time; for, from this instant, There's nothing serious in mortality : All is but toys : renown, and grace, is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.