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action affection Angelo answer appears authority Barnardine bear believe better bring brother cause character Claud Claudio comes death Deputy desire doth Duke Duke's Enter Escal executed Exeunt Exit father fault fear feel fellow Folio friar Froth Gent give grace hand hath head hear heart heaven honor hope Isab Isabel Isabella justice keep leave live look lord Lord Angelo Lucio maid Mari Mariana marry Master means Measure for Measure mind moral nature needful never original pardon pass passage perhaps play Pompey poor pray prison probably Prov Provost question reason SCENE seems sense Shakespeare sister soul speak spirit stand strange tell thank thee thing thou thou art thought tion to-morrow true truth vice virtue What's woman wrong
Seite 43 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Seite 63 - And what thou hast forget'st. Thou art not certain ; For thy complexion shifts to strange effects, After the moon. If thou art rich, thou art poor ; For, like an ass whose back with ingots bows, Thou bear'st thy heavy riches but a journey, And death unloads thee.
Seite 132 - Isabel, Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me ; Hold up your hands, say nothing, I '11 speak all. They say, best men are moulded out of faults ; And, for the most, become much more the better For being a little bad : so may my husband.
Seite 65 - Claudio; and I quake, Lest thou a feverous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual honour. Dar'st thou die ? The sense of death is most in apprehension ; And the poor beetle that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.
Seite 9 - That, to the observer, doth thy history Fully unfold : Thyself and thy belongings Are not thine own so proper, as to waste Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee. Heaven doth with us as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 't were all alike As if we had them not.
Seite 74 - Her tears fell with the dews at even; Her tears fell ere the dews were dried; She could not look on the sweet heaven, Either at morn or eventide. After the flitting of the bats, When thickest dark did trance the sky, She drew her casement-curtain by, And glanced athwart the glooming flats. She only said, 'The night is dreary, He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Seite 43 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Seite 68 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod ; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice ; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world...
Seite 88 - Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn ; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn : But my kisses bring again, bring again ; Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain.
Seite 17 - ... tis just. Re-enter Lucio and two Gentlemen. Lucio. Why, how now, Claudio ! whence comes this restraint ? Claud. From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty : As surfeit is the father of much fast, So every scope by the immoderate use Turns to restraint. Our natures do pursue, Like rats that ravin down their proper bane, A thirsty evil ; and when we drink we die.