The complete works of Shakspere, with a memoir, and essay, by Barry Cornwall. Historical and critical studies of Shakspere's text [&c.] by R.G. White, R.H. Horne, and other writers, Band 2 |
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... Peace ! -the charm's wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is ' t called to Fores ? —What are these , So withered , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the ...
... Peace ! -the charm's wound up . Enter MACBETH and BANQUO . Macb . So foul and fair a day I have not seen . Ban . How far is ' t called to Fores ? —What are these , So withered , and so wild in their attire ; That look not like the ...
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... peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk for gall , you murdering mi- nisters , Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come , thick night , And pall thee in the ...
... peace between The effect and it ! Come to my woman's breasts , And take my milk for gall , you murdering mi- nisters , Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on nature's mischief ! Come , thick night , And pall thee in the ...
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... Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked ; the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it : The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugged their possets , That ...
... Peace ! It was the owl that shrieked ; the fatal bellman , Which gives the stern'st good - night . He is about it : The doors are open ; and the surfeited grooms Do mock their charge with snores : I have drugged their possets , That ...
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... peace Dy fur them ; and mine eternal jewel Soren to the common enemy of man , 71 make them kings ; the seed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come fate into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? Re - enter ...
... peace Dy fur them ; and mine eternal jewel Soren to the common enemy of man , 71 make them kings ; the seed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come fate into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? Re - enter ...
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... peace Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man , To make them kings ; the seed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come fate into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? Re - enter ...
... peace Only for them ; and mine eternal jewel Given to the common enemy of man , To make them kings ; the seed of Banquo kings ! Rather than so , come fate into the list , And champion me to the utterance ! Who's there ? Re - enter ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Achilles Ajax Alcibiades Antony Apem Apemantus art thou Banquo bear better blood Brutus Cæs Cæsar Casca Cassio Cleo Cominius Coriolanus Cres CYMBELINE daughter dead dear death Desdemona Diomed dost doth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear folio fool fortune friends give gods GUIDERIUS Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hector honour Iach Iago Imogen Juliet Kent King knave lady Laertes Lear look lord Macb Macbeth Macd madam Marcius never night noble Nurse Othello Pandarus Patroclus play POLONIUS Pompey poor pr'y thee pray Queen Re-enter Roman Rome Romeo Scene Serv Servant Shakspere shew soul speak stand sweet sword tell there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought Timon Troilus Tybalt villain What's wife word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 164 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 37 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 162 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely. The pangs of despised love, the law's delay. The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes. When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear. To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death.
Seite 54 - How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogenitive and due of birth, Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels, But by degree, stand in authentic place? 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...
Seite 480 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious ; And sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke ; But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause : What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?
Seite 186 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chapfallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let...
Seite 481 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 479 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest— For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me: But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man.
Seite 266 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 479 - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If then that friend demand, why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer,— Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves; than that Caesar were dead, to live all...