The dramatic works of William Shakspere, from the text of Johnson, Stevens [sic] & Reed, with glossarial notes, his life, etc. by N. Rowe |
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... Macd . What three things does drink espe- cially provoke ? Port . Marry , Sir , nose - painting , sleep , and urine . Lechery , Sir , it provokes , and unpro- vokes : it provokes the desire , but it takes away the performance ...
... Macd . What three things does drink espe- cially provoke ? Port . Marry , Sir , nose - painting , sleep , and urine . Lechery , Sir , it provokes , and unpro- vokes : it provokes the desire , but it takes away the performance ...
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... Macd . Wherefore did you so ? Macb . Who can be wise , amaz'd , temperate and furious . Re - enter MACDUFF . Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! * Macb . Len . What's the matter ? nature ...
... Macd . Wherefore did you so ? Macb . Who can be wise , amaz'd , temperate and furious . Re - enter MACDUFF . Macd . O horror ! horror ! horror ! nor heart , Cannot conceive , nor name thee ! * Macb . Len . What's the matter ? nature ...
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... Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! What good could they pretend ? * Macd . They were suborn'd : Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
... Macd . Why , see you not ? Rosse . Is't known who did this more than bloody deed ? Macd . Those that Macbeth hath slain . Rosse . Alas , the day ! What good could they pretend ? * Macd . They were suborn'd : Malcolm , and Donalbain ...
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... Macd . What had he done , to make him fly the land ? Rosse . You must have patience , madam . L. Macd . He had none : His flight was madness : When our actions do [ not , Our fears do make us traitors . || Rosse . You know not , Whether ...
... Macd . What had he done , to make him fly the land ? Rosse . You must have patience , madam . L. Macd . He had none : His flight was madness : When our actions do [ not , Our fears do make us traitors . || Rosse . You know not , Whether ...
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... Macd . Whither should I fly ? I have done no harm . But I remember now I am in this earthy world ; where , to do harm , is often laudable : to do good , sometime , Accounted dangerous folly : Why then , alas ! Do I put up that womanly ...
... Macd . Whither should I fly ? I have done no harm . But I remember now I am in this earthy world ; where , to do harm , is often laudable : to do good , sometime , Accounted dangerous folly : Why then , alas ! Do I put up that womanly ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Alençon arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood Boyet brother Claud Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leon Leonato live look lord Lucio Macb Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress Moth never night noble Northumberland pardon peace Pedro Petruchio Pist Poins Pompey pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 449 - On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth So great an object: can this cockpit hold The vasty fields of France? or may we cram Within this wooden O the very casques That did affright the air at Agincourt? O pardon! since a crooked figure may Attest in little place a million; And let us, ciphers to this great accompt, On your imaginary forces work.
Seite 214 - Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then, the justice, In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd, With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances * ; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward...
Seite 452 - Creatures that, by a rule in nature, teach The act of order to a peopled kingdom. They have a king and officers of sorts : Where some, like magistrates, correct at home ; Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad ; Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds ; Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor : Who, busied in his majesty, surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up...
Seite 199 - It blesseth him that gives and him that takes. Tis mightiest in the mightiest; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Seite 63 - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Seite 214 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players : They have their exits and their entrances ; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress
Seite 356 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form; Then, have I reason to be fond of grief ? Fare you well: had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort than you do.
Seite 186 - For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe. You call me misbeliever, cut-throat, dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well then, it now appears you need my help : Go to, then ; you come to me, and you say Shylock, we would have moneys...