The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, Band 2 |
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... hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose ...
... hear , the provost hath A warrant for his execution . Isab . Alas ! what poor ability's in me To do him good ? Lucio . Assay the power you have . Isab . My power ! Alas ! I doubt , - Lucio . Our doubts are traitors , And make us lose ...
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... hear how he misplaces ? [ To ANGELO . Clo . Sir , she came in great with child ; and long- ing ( saving your honour's reverence ) for stew'd prunes 15 : sir , we had but two in the house , which at that very distant time stood , as it ...
... hear how he misplaces ? [ To ANGELO . Clo . Sir , she came in great with child ; and long- ing ( saving your honour's reverence ) for stew'd prunes 15 : sir , we had but two in the house , which at that very distant time stood , as it ...
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... hear no more of you . Froth . I thank your worship : for mine own part , I never come into any room in a taphouse , but I am drawn in . Escal . Well ; no more of it , master Froth : fare- well . [ Exit FROTH . ] - Come you hither to me ...
... hear no more of you . Froth . I thank your worship : for mine own part , I never come into any room in a taphouse , but I am drawn in . Escal . Well ; no more of it , master Froth : fare- well . [ Exit FROTH . ] - Come you hither to me ...
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... hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not plead , but that I must ; For which I must not plead , but that I SC . II ...
... hear me . Ang . Well ; what's your suit ? Isab . There is a vice , that most I do abhor , And most desire should meet the blow of justice ; For which I would not plead , but that I must ; For which I must not plead , but that I SC . II ...
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... hear her speak again , And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on ? O cunning enemy , that , to catch a saint , With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Is that temptation , that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue ...
... hear her speak again , And feast upon her eyes ? What is't I dream on ? O cunning enemy , that , to catch a saint , With saints dost bait thy hook ! Most dangerous Is that temptation , that doth goad us on To sin in loving virtue ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Armado Barnardine Bawd Beat Beatrice Biron Bora BORACHIO Boyet brother Claud Claudio Cost Costard cousin dear death Demetrius Dogb doth Duke Egeus Enter Escal Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy father fear fool forsworn friar gentle give grace hath hear heart heaven Helena Hermia Hero Hippolyta hither honour Isab Kath King lady Leon Leonato lion Longaville look Lord Angelo lovers Lucio Lysander madam maid Marg marry master master constable means MEASURE FOR MEASURE merry mock moon Moth Navarre never night oath Oberon offend old copies read pardon PHILOSTRATE play Pompey pray prince Prov Provost Puck Pyramus Quin Rosaline SCENE sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signify soul speak Steevens swear sweet tell thank thee Theseus thine thing Thisby thou art Tita Titania to-morrow tongue troth true What's woman word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 33 - Too late ? why, no ; I, that do speak a word, May call it back again. 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 212 - Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
Seite 148 - When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
Seite 328 - Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book; He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink. His intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts...
Seite 210 - But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd, Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn, Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.
Seite 51 - 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...
Seite 346 - Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That shew, contain, and nourish all the world...
Seite 21 - Our doubts are traitors^ And make us lose the good we oft might win, By fearing to attempt : Go to lord Angelo, And let him learn to know, when maidens sue.
Seite 262 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : [these ? Judge, when you hear.
Seite 226 - The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid, Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.