The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: Winter's tale. Comedy of errors. Macbeth. King John. King Richard II. King Henry IV, part 1Phillips, Sampson, 1850 - 38 Seiten |
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... live . Arch . If the king had no son , they would desire to live on crutches till he had one . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter LEONTES , POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MAMILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants ...
... live . Arch . If the king had no son , they would desire to live on crutches till he had one . [ Exeunt . SCENE II . The same . A Room of State in the Palace . Enter LEONTES , POLIXENES , HERMIONE , MAMILLIUS , CAMILLO , and Attendants ...
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... live The running of one glass . " Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why , he that wears her like his medal , 3 hanging About his neck , Bohemia . Who - if I Had servants true about me , that bare eyes To see alike mine honor as their ...
... live The running of one glass . " Cam . Who does infect her ? Leon . Why , he that wears her like his medal , 3 hanging About his neck , Bohemia . Who - if I Had servants true about me , that bare eyes To see alike mine honor as their ...
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... live . The queen receives Much comfort in't ; says , My poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . Paul . I dare be sworn . These dangerous , unsafe lunes1o ' the king ! beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall ; the office ...
... live . The queen receives Much comfort in't ; says , My poor prisoner , I am innocent as you . Paul . I dare be sworn . These dangerous , unsafe lunes1o ' the king ! beshrew them ! He must be told on't , and he shall ; the office ...
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... live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live . It shall not neither . - You , sir , come you hither ; [ To ANTIGONUS . You , that have been so tenderly ...
... live on , to see this bastard kneel And call me father ? Better burn it now , Than curse it then . But , be it ; let it live . It shall not neither . - You , sir , come you hither ; [ To ANTIGONUS . You , that have been so tenderly ...
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... lives , My heart will be a burden to me . And think upon my bidding . Leave me ; [ Exeunt . 1 i . e . commit it to some place as a stranger . To commend is to commit , according to the old dictionaries . 2 i . e . the favor of Heaven ...
... lives , My heart will be a burden to me . And think upon my bidding . Leave me ; [ Exeunt . 1 i . e . commit it to some place as a stranger . To commend is to commit , according to the old dictionaries . 2 i . e . the favor of Heaven ...
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Antipholus arms art thou Aumerle Banquo Bast Bastard bear blood Bohemia Boling Bolingbroke breath brother Camillo castle cousin crown death dost doth Dromio duke duke of Hereford earl England Enter Ephesus Exeunt Exit eyes fair Falstaff father Faulconbridge fear Fleance folio friends Gaunt give grace grief hand Harry Percy hath hear heart Heaven Holinshed honor Hubert John of Gaunt King John King Richard Lady Leon liege live look lord Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff majesty murder never noble Northumberland old copy reads peace Percy play Poins pr'ythee pray prince quarto queen Rich Rosse SCENE Shakspeare shalt shame Shep soul speak stand Steevens swear sweet tell thane thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought tongue villain wife Witch word York
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Seite 206 - Had I but died an hour before this chance, I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead ; The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
Seite 319 - I knit my handkerchief about your brows, (The best I had ; a princess wrought it me,) And I did never ask it you again ; And with my hand at midnight held your head ; And, like the watchful minutes to the hour, Still and anon cheered up the heavy time ; Saying, What lack you ? and, Where lies your grief?
Seite 198 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 65 - But nature makes that mean: so, o'er that art, Which you say adds to nature, is an art That nature makes. You see, sweet maid, we marry A gentler scion to the wildest stock, And make conceive a bark of baser kind By bud of nobler race: this is an art Which does mend nature, — change it rather; but The art itself is nature.
Seite 445 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world: And for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it; yet I'll hammer it out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul; My soul the father: and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts, And these same thoughts people this little world, In humours like the people of this world, For no thought is contented.
Seite 552 - Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : — this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.