The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare...: Embracing a Life of the Poet, and Notes, Original and Selected..., Band 5Phillips, Sampson, 1850 |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 68
Seite 13
... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy ...
... Sweet saint , for charity , be not so curst . Anne . Foul devil , for God's sake , hence , and trouble us not ; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell , Filled it with cursing cries , and deep exclaims . If thou delight to view thy ...
Seite 16
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks ... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo ...
... sweet bosom . Anne . If I thought that , I tell thee , homicide , These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks ... sweet a place . Anne . Never hung poison on a fouler toad . Out of my sight ! thou dost infect mine eyes . Glo ...
Seite 17
... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such ...
... sweet soothing word ; But now thy beauty is proposed my fee , My proud heart sues , and prompts my tongue to speak . [ She looks scornfully at him . Teach not thy lip such scorn ; for it was made For kissing , lady , not for such ...
Seite 20
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while ; Upon my life , she ...
... sweet prince , And made her widow to a woful bed ? On me , whose all not equals Edward's moiety ? On me , that halt , and am misshapen thus ? My dukedom to a beggarly denier , I do mistake my person all this while ; Upon my life , she ...
Seite 53
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee . He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young ; So long a growing , and so ...
... sweet flowers are slow , and weeds make haste . Duch . ' Good faith , ' good faith , the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee . He was the wretched'st thing , when he was young ; So long a growing , and so ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Antium Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal Catesby Cham Clar Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Edward Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair fear Flav follow fool friends Gent give Gloster gods grace hate hath hear heart Heaven Hect Hector Holinshed honor Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings madam Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd never noble Pandarus Patr Patroclus peace Poet pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Richmond Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare SIR THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon Troilus Trojan Troy Ulyss unto Volces word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 8 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, 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 201 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Seite 234 - In her days, every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine, what he plants : and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours : God shall be truly known ; and those about her, From her shall read the perfect ways of honour, And by those claim their greatness, not by blood.
Seite 203 - O my lord ! Must I then leave you ? Must I needs forego So good, so noble, and so true a master ? Bear witness, all that have not hearts of iron, With what a sorrow Cromwell leaves his lord. — •' The king shall have my service ; but my prayers, For ever and for ever, shall be yours.
Seite 201 - So farewell to the little good you bear me. Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 202 - Long in his highness' favor, and do justice For truth's sake, and his conscience ; that his bones, When he has run his course, and sleeps in blessings, May have a tomb of orphans' tears wept on 'em !
Seite 34 - Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, ' What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence...
Seite 7 - Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
Seite 210 - O father abbot, An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye; Give him a little earth for charity...
Seite 196 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay, then, farewell ! I have touched the highest point of all my greatness ; And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.