Cymbeline. Romeo and JulietPrinted for, and under the direction of, John Bell, 1788 |
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... dear for my offences . Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , [ Exit . Such parting ...
... dear for my offences . Post . Should we be taking leave As long a term as yet we have to live , The lothness to depart would grow : Adieu ! Imo . Nay , stay a little : Were you but riding forth to air yourself , [ Exit . Such parting ...
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... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some com- fort Out of your best advice . Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit ...
... Dear lady daughter , peace ; -Sweet sovereign , Leave us to ourselves ; and make yourself some com- fort Out of your best advice . Cym . Nay , let her languish A drop of blood a day ; and , being aged , Die of this folly ! [ Exit ...
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... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . 443 lach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a milllion a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you ...
... dear as my finger ; ' tis part of it . 443 lach . You are a friend , and therein the wiser . If you buy ladies ' flesh at a milllion a dram , you cannot preserve it from tainting : But , I see , you have some religion in you , that you ...
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... dear sir , Thus raps you ? Are you well ? Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech you , sir , { TO PISANIO . Desire my man's abode where I did leave him : He's strange , and peevish . 2 Pis . I was going , sir , To give him welcome ...
... dear sir , Thus raps you ? Are you well ? Iach . Thanks , madam ; well : - ' Beseech you , sir , { TO PISANIO . Desire my man's abode where I did leave him : He's strange , and peevish . 2 Pis . I was going , sir , To give him welcome ...
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... step - dame govern'd ; A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer , More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband , than that horrid act 60 Of Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm 38 A & 11 . CYMBELINE .
... step - dame govern'd ; A mother hourly coining plots ; a wooer , More hateful than the foul expulsion is Of thy dear husband , than that horrid act 60 Of Of the divorce he'd make ! The heavens hold firm 38 A & 11 . CYMBELINE .
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient Antony and Cleopatra art thou ARVIRAGUS Attorney at Law BELARIUS Ben Jonson Benvolio Bookseller Bristol Britons Cæsar CAPULET Clot Cloten CYMBELINE dead dear death doth edition Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear flowers folio Friar Friar LAWRENCE gentleman George give gleek gods grave grief Guid GUIDERIUS hand hath heart heaven hence Here's honour Iachimo Imogen James John JOHNSON king lach lady Leonatus lord madam MALONE Mantua married mean Mercutio mistress Montague musick night noble Nurse old copy Paris passage Pisanio play Post Posthumus pray Prince quarto Queen Roman Romeo Romeus and Juliet SCENE Shakspere shew sleep speak speech stand STEEVENS sweet sword tell Theatre-Royal thee thine thing Thomas thou art thou hast Tybalt Verona villain WARBURTON William word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 33 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Seite 115 - O my love ! my wife ! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty : Thou art not conquer'd ; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 115 - Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous ; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that, I will still stay with thee, And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. O, here Will I set up my everlasting rest, And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars From this world-wearied flesh.
Seite 22 - Of healths five-fathom deep ; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
Seite 36 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Seite 37 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Seite 34 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Seite 66 - Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night : For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back.
Seite 37 - I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered.
Seite 80 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.