The Works of William Shakspeare, Band 5C.S. Francis, 1852 |
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... true that I interpret false , Then were it certain , you were not so bad , As with foul incest to abuse your soul ; Where now you're both a father and a son , By your untimely claspings with your child ( Which pleasure fits a husband ...
... true that I interpret false , Then were it certain , you were not so bad , As with foul incest to abuse your soul ; Where now you're both a father and a son , By your untimely claspings with your child ( Which pleasure fits a husband ...
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... true . Cle . But see what heaven can do ! By this our change , These mouths , whom but of late , earth , sea , and air , Were all too little to content and please , Although they gave their creatures in abundance , As houses are defiled ...
... true . Cle . But see what heaven can do ! By this our change , These mouths , whom but of late , earth , sea , and air , Were all too little to content and please , Although they gave their creatures in abundance , As houses are defiled ...
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... true . Enter three LORDS . 1 Lord . See , not a man in private conference , Or council , has respect with him but he . 2 Lord . It shall no longer grieve without reproof . 3 Lord . And cursed be he that will not second it . 1 Lord ...
... true . Enter three LORDS . 1 Lord . See , not a man in private conference , Or council , has respect with him but he . 2 Lord . It shall no longer grieve without reproof . 3 Lord . And cursed be he that will not second it . 1 Lord ...
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... true : ' tis not the bringing up of poor bas- tards , as I think I have brought up some eleven- Boult . Ay , to eleven , and brought them down again . But shall I search the market ? Bawd . What else , man ? The stuff we have , a strong ...
... true : ' tis not the bringing up of poor bas- tards , as I think I have brought up some eleven- Boult . Ay , to eleven , and brought them down again . But shall I search the market ? Bawd . What else , man ? The stuff we have , a strong ...
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... true , This is your wife . Per . Reverend appearer , no ; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms . Cer . Upon this coast , I warrant you . Per . " Tis most certain . Cer . Look to the lady ; -O , she's but o'er - joy'd . Early , one ...
... true , This is your wife . Per . Reverend appearer , no ; I threw her o'erboard with these very arms . Cer . Upon this coast , I warrant you . Per . " Tis most certain . Cer . Look to the lady ; -O , she's but o'er - joy'd . Early , one ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Albanact Andronicus ASSARACUS Bawd beauty blood Boult brother captain Corineus Crom Cromwell daughter dead death devil DIONYZA dost thou doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith father fear Flow Flowerdale foul gentleman give Goths grace grief hand Harpool hath hear heart heaven Henry Hodge honour Humber husband Idle king knave lady Lavinia live Locrine look Lord Cobham Luce Lucius Lucrece LYSIMACHUS marry Master mistress ne'er never night noble Oath Oliver Pericles pity poor pray prince PRINCE OF TYRE revenge Roch Rome SCENE Scythians shame Sir John Sir John Oldcastle Sir Lanc Sir Lancelot Sirrah sorrow soul speak sweet Tamora tears tell thee there's thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thought Thra thyself Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue troth true unto villain Weath weep wife wilt words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 465 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight : Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Seite 478 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Seite 463 - Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head...
Seite 472 - The one doth shadow of your beauty show, The other as your bounty doth appear; And you in every blessed shape we know.
Seite 473 - When summer's breath their masked buds discloses; But, for their virtue only is their show, They live unwoo'd and unrespected fade, Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so; Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made.
Seite 464 - When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope...
Seite 500 - But wherefore says she not she is unjust ? And wherefore say not I that I am old ? O, love's best habit is in seeming trust, And age in love loves not to have years told: Therefore I lie with her and she with me, And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
Seite 474 - gainst his glory fight, And Time that gave doth now his gift confound. Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth And delves the parallels in beauty's brow, Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth, And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow; And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand, Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Seite 464 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Seite 473 - Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire ? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require. Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose, But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought Save, where you are how...