The Works of William Shakespeare: The Text Formed from an Entirely New Collation of the Old Editions : with the Various Readings, Notes, a Life of the Poet, and a History of the Early English Stage, Band 8Whittaker & Company, 1843 |
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... dead . Ant . 2 Mess . In Sicyon : Where died she ? Her length of sickness , with what else more serious Importeth thee to know , this bears . Ant . [ Giving a Letter . Forbear me.- [ Exit Messenger . There's a great spirit gone . Thus ...
... dead . Ant . 2 Mess . In Sicyon : Where died she ? Her length of sickness , with what else more serious Importeth thee to know , this bears . Ant . [ Giving a Letter . Forbear me.- [ Exit Messenger . There's a great spirit gone . Thus ...
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... dead . Eno . Fulvia ! Ant . Dead . Eno . Why , sir , give the gods a thankful sacrifice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shows to man the tailors of the earth : comforting therein , that when old ...
... dead . Eno . Fulvia ! Ant . Dead . Eno . Why , sir , give the gods a thankful sacrifice . When it pleaseth their deities to take the wife of a man from him , it shows to man the tailors of the earth : comforting therein , that when old ...
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... dead , my queen . Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best , See , when , and where she died . Cleo . O most false love ! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful ...
... dead , my queen . Look here , and , at thy sovereign leisure , read The garboils she awak'd ; at the last , best , See , when , and where she died . Cleo . O most false love ! Where be the sacred vials thou should'st fill With sorrowful ...
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... dead did trespasses to Cæsar ; His brother warr'd upon him ' , although , I think , Not mov'd by Antony . Pom . I know not , Menas , How lesser enmities may give way to greater . Were't not that we stand up against them all , 3 - soften ...
... dead did trespasses to Cæsar ; His brother warr'd upon him ' , although , I think , Not mov'd by Antony . Pom . I know not , Menas , How lesser enmities may give way to greater . Were't not that we stand up against them all , 3 - soften ...
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... dead ? — O ! from Italy ? — Madam , madam , — If thou say so , villain , thou kill'st thy mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that kings Have lipp'd , and ...
... dead ? — O ! from Italy ? — Madam , madam , — If thou say so , villain , thou kill'st thy mistress : But well and free , If thou so yield him , there is gold , and here My bluest veins to kiss ; a hand , that kings Have lipp'd , and ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 524 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 489 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Seite 522 - And, for they look'd but with divining eyes, They had not skill enough your worth to sing: For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Seite 501 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour...
Seite 514 - Farewell ! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate: The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou...
Seite 491 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Seite 127 - tis most certain, Iras : — saucy lictors Will catch at us like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels ; Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Seite 489 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, — and then my state (Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings, That then I scorn to
Seite 518 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Seite 515 - Then hate me when thou wilt ; if ever, now ; Now, while the world is bent my deeds to cross, Join with the spite of fortune, make me bow, And do not drop in for an after-loss : Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scaped this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe ; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, \ To linger out a purposed overthrow.