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June 19 , 1594 , Thomas Creede made the fol . every calamity which her
enemies draw down on each lowing entry : ' An enterlude , intitled the Tragedie of
other , is a cordial to her revengeful heart . Other fe . Richard the Third , wherein
is ...
June 19 , 1594 , Thomas Creede made the fol . every calamity which her
enemies draw down on each lowing entry : ' An enterlude , intitled the Tragedie of
other , is a cordial to her revengeful heart . Other fe . Richard the Third , wherein
is ...
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... by nanimity of a hero into the hands of an enemy , know- putting my person in
the hands of their enemies . ing that the ... Tullus Aufi - injuries thy enemies have
done thee , speed thee now , dius found he was darkened by his light , and he ex
...
... by nanimity of a hero into the hands of an enemy , know- putting my person in
the hands of their enemies . ing that the ... Tullus Aufi - injuries thy enemies have
done thee , speed thee now , dius found he was darkened by his light , and he ex
...
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Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts : I'll do well yet . — Thou old and true
Menenius , Your enemies , with nodding of iheir plumes , Thy tears are salter
than a younger man's , Fan you into despair ! Have the power still And venomous
to ...
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts : I'll do well yet . — Thou old and true
Menenius , Your enemies , with nodding of iheir plumes , Thy tears are salter
than a younger man's , Fan you into despair ! Have the power still And venomous
to ...
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Such men my friends , than enemies . Go on , So , fare you well at once ; fur
Brutus ' tongue And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead : Hath almost ended his
life's history : And bring us word , unto Octavius ' tent , Night hangs upon mine
eyes ...
Such men my friends , than enemies . Go on , So , fare you well at once ; fur
Brutus ' tongue And see whe'r Brutus be alive or dead : Hath almost ended his
life's history : And bring us word , unto Octavius ' tent , Night hangs upon mine
eyes ...
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Know thou , sad man , I am not Tamora ; wrong , She is thy enemy , and I thy
friend : And I will be revenged on them all . ... Revengo ? and art thou sent to me ,
I pray thec , do on them some violent death , To be a torment to mine enemies ?
Know thou , sad man , I am not Tamora ; wrong , She is thy enemy , and I thy
friend : And I will be revenged on them all . ... Revengo ? and art thou sent to me ,
I pray thec , do on them some violent death , To be a torment to mine enemies ?
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Seite 161 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ; each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Seite 174 - That slightly shakes his parting guest by the hand, And with his arms outstretch'd, as he would fly, Grasps in the comer : welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing. O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was ; For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, — That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and...
Seite 1 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Seite 7 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse : was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Seite 161 - What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Seite 69 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Seite 7 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Seite 8 - I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him: For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Seite 143 - 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 for ever hide me.
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| Titel | The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Band 2 The Dramatic Works and Poems of William Shakespeare, Samuel Weller Singer |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | George Dearborn, 1836 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 30. Dez. 2006 |
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