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Away , I sayį time wears : hold up your head , SCENE V.- Another part of the Park
. and mince ! ( Exit Mrs Quickly . Enter FALSTAFF disguised , with a buck's head
on . Enter Fors . Fal . The Windsor bell hath struck twelve ; the miHow now ...
Away , I sayį time wears : hold up your head , SCENE V.- Another part of the Park
. and mince ! ( Exit Mrs Quickly . Enter FALSTAFF disguised , with a buck's head
on . Enter Fors . Fal . The Windsor bell hath struck twelve ; the miHow now ...
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Scene , --sometimes in Sicilia , sometimes in Bohemia . Two other ladies , }
attending the queen . Аст I. Cam . I think , this coming summer , the king of Sicilia
means to pay Bohemia the visitation , which he SCENE I. - Sicilia . An
antechamber ...
Scene , --sometimes in Sicilia , sometimes in Bohemia . Two other ladies , }
attending the queen . Аст I. Cam . I think , this coming summer , the king of Sicilia
means to pay Bohemia the visitation , which he SCENE I. - Sicilia . An
antechamber ...
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From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; SCENE III . - The same . A field of
battle . Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Alarums . Enter King John
and Hubert . In peace , and part this body and my soul K. John . How goes the
day ...
From forth the noise and rumour of the field ; SCENE III . - The same . A field of
battle . Where I may think the remnant of my thoughts Alarums . Enter King John
and Hubert . In peace , and part this body and my soul K. John . How goes the
day ...
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K. Hen . It seems then , that the tidings of this broil SCENE I .-- London . A room in
the palace . Brake off our business for the Holy Land . West . This , match'd with
other , did , my gracions Enter King Henry , WESTMORELAND , Sir WALTER ...
K. Hen . It seems then , that the tidings of this broil SCENE I .-- London . A room in
the palace . Brake off our business for the Holy Land . West . This , match'd with
other , did , my gracions Enter King Henry , WESTMORELAND , Sir WALTER ...
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No , hy the flame of yonder glorious heaven , As : He shall not carry him ; I'll be
taken too , SCENE X. - The same . Your Or bring him ofl ' . -- Fate , hear me what I
say ! Enter AGAMEMNON , Ajax , Menelaus , Nestor , DioI reck not though I end ...
No , hy the flame of yonder glorious heaven , As : He shall not carry him ; I'll be
taken too , SCENE X. - The same . Your Or bring him ofl ' . -- Fate , hear me what I
say ! Enter AGAMEMNON , Ajax , Menelaus , Nestor , DioI reck not though I end ...
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Seite 367 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more ; Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility : But when the blast of war...
Seite 255 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Seite 367 - That those, whom you call'd fathers, did beget you ! Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war! — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture ; let us swear That you are worth your breeding : which I doubt not; For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,* Straining upon the start. The game's afoot ; Follow your spirit : and, upon this charge,...
Seite 307 - Richard ; no man cried, God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home : But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off, — His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience ; — That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
Seite 289 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Seite 267 - 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 254 - We still have judgement here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor. This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips. He's here in double trust; First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Ernst Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 30. Dez. 2006 |
| Länge | 830 Seiten |
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