The Works of William Shakespeare: Comprising His Dramatic and Poetical Works, Complete, Band 2Phillips, Sampson, 1853 |
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... father's death ; Which obloquv set bars before my tongue , Else with the like I had requited him : Therefore , good uncle , -for my father's sake , In honour of a true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father ...
... father's death ; Which obloquv set bars before my tongue , Else with the like I had requited him : Therefore , good uncle , -for my father's sake , In honour of a true Plantagenet , And for alliance ' sake , -declare the cause My father ...
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... father may be saved in thee . John . No part of him , but will be shame in me . Tal . Thou never hadst renown , nor canst not lose it . John . Yes , your renowned name ; Shall flight abuse it ? Tal . Thy father's charge shall clear thee ...
... father may be saved in thee . John . No part of him , but will be shame in me . Tal . Thou never hadst renown , nor canst not lose it . John . Yes , your renowned name ; Shall flight abuse it ? Tal . Thy father's charge shall clear thee ...
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... father's side ; And , commendable prov'd , let's die in pride . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . - Another part of the same.- Alarum : Excursions . Enter Talbot wounded , supported by a Servant . Tal . Where is my other life ? -mine own is gone ...
... father's side ; And , commendable prov'd , let's die in pride . [ Exeunt . SCENE VII . - Another part of the same.- Alarum : Excursions . Enter Talbot wounded , supported by a Servant . Tal . Where is my other life ? -mine own is gone ...
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... father be the king of Naples , Duke of Anjou and Maine , yet he is poor , And our nobility will scorn the match ... father please , I am content . Suff . Then call our captains , and our coloure forth ; And , madam , at your father's ...
... father be the king of Naples , Duke of Anjou and Maine , yet he is poor , And our nobility will scorn the match ... father please , I am content . Suff . Then call our captains , and our coloure forth ; And , madam , at your father's ...
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... father's heart outright ! Have I sought every country far and near , And , now it is my chance to find thee out , Must I behold thy timeless cruel death ? Ah , Joan , sweet daughter Joan , I'll die with thee ! Puc . Decrepit miser ...
... father's heart outright ! Have I sought every country far and near , And , now it is my chance to find thee out , Must I behold thy timeless cruel death ? Ah , Joan , sweet daughter Joan , I'll die with thee ! Puc . Decrepit miser ...
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Seite 65 - God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete, How many hours bring about the day, How many days will finish up the year, How many years a mortal man may live.
Seite 134 - ... 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. Serve the king ; And...
Seite 425 - Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for nothing! For Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
Seite 417 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners, that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star...
Seite 238 - Who is here so base that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so rude that would not be a Roman? If any, speak; for him have I offended. Who is here so vile that will not love his country? If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
Seite 234 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Seite 228 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake, — 'tis true, this God did shake. His coward lips did from their colour fly ; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose his lustre ; I did hear him groan ; Aye, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! (it cried), Give me some drink, Titinius, As a sick girl.
Seite 399 - Romeo ; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Seite 134 - 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 428 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.