The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Band 6 |
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... thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let me have Some patient ... thou stand excus'd ; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself , That didst ... art as dangerous as a pestilence , that infects the air by its diffusion ...
... thy cursed self . Glo . Fairer than tongue can name thee , let me have Some patient ... thou stand excus'd ; For doing worthy vengeance on thyself , That didst ... art as dangerous as a pestilence , that infects the air by its diffusion ...
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... thou art both . Anne . I would I were , to be reveng'd on thee . Glo . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be reveng ... thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a ...
... thou art both . Anne . I would I were , to be reveng'd on thee . Glo . It is a quarrel most unnatural , To be reveng ... thou spit at me ? Anne . ' Would it were mortal poison , for thy sake ! Glo . Never came poison from so sweet a ...
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... thou art . Glo . Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , — Which Jesu pardon ! Q ... Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdon is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to ...
... thou art . Glo . Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwick , Ay , and forswore himself , — Which Jesu pardon ! Q ... Thou cacodæmon ! there thy kingdon is . Riv . My lord of Gloster , in those busy days , Which here you urge , to ...
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... thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee now , - Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stall'd in mine ! Long die thy happy days before thy death ; And , after many lengthen'd hours of grief , Die neither mother , wife , nor ...
... thy children's loss ; And see another , as I see thee now , - Deck'd in thy rights , as thou art stall'd in mine ! Long die thy happy days before thy death ; And , after many lengthen'd hours of grief , Die neither mother , wife , nor ...
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... art thou afraid ? 2 Murd . Not to kill him , having a warrant for it ; but to be damn'd for killing him , from the which no war- rant can defend me . 1 Murd . I thought , thou had'st been resolute . 2 Murd . So I am , to let him live ...
... art thou afraid ? 2 Murd . Not to kill him , having a warrant for it ; but to be damn'd for killing him , from the which no war- rant can defend me . 1 Murd . I thought , thou had'st been resolute . 2 Murd . So I am , to let him live ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Agam Agamemnon Ajax Alcib Alcibiades Anne Apem Apemantus Aufidius bear beseech blood brother Buck Buckingham Calchas cardinal CATESBY Cham Clarence Cominius Coriolanus Cres Cressida curse death Diomed dost doth Duch duke Eliz Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell fear Flav fool friends Gent gentle give Gloster gods grace hath hear heart heaven Hect Hector honour i'the JOHNSON Kath king lady live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam MALONE Marcius means Menelaus Menenius mother Murd ne'er never noble o'the Pandarus Patroclus peace pr'ythee pray Priam prince queen Rich Richard Rome SCENE Senators Serv Servant Shakspeare Sir THOMAS LOVELL soul speak sweet sword tell thee Ther there's Thersites thine thing thou art thou hast Timon tongue Troilus Troilus and Cressida Trojan Troy Ulyss unto word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 127 - Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! Have mercy, Jesu! Soft! I did but dream. O! coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me. The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Seite 214 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Seite 217 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Seite 330 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done: perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright: to have done is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Seite 214 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Seite 209 - The letter, as I live, with all the business I writ to his holiness. Nay then, farewell ! I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness : And, from that full meridian of my glory, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
Seite 217 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...
Seite 6 - But I, that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty, To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling Nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Seite 127 - For hateful deeds committed by myself! 1 am a villain : yet I lie, I am not. Fool, of thyself speak well : fool, do not flatter. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Seite 140 - I COME no more to make you laugh : things now, That bear a weighty and a serious brow, Sad, high, and working, full of state and woe, Such noble scenes as draw the eye to flow, We now present.