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Ay, his breast: So says the bond;— doth it not, noble ... still her use, Tolet the
wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow, An
age of poverty; from which lingering penance Of such a misery doth she cut me
off.
Ay, his breast: So says the bond;— doth it not, noble ... still her use, Tolet the
wretched man outlive his wealth, To view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow, An
age of poverty; from which lingering penance Of such a misery doth she cut me
off.
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Stephánois my name; and I bring word, My mistress will before the break of day
Behere at Belmont: she doth stray about By holy crosses, where she kneels and
prays For happy wedlock hours. Lor, Who comes with her? Steph. None, but a ...
Stephánois my name; and I bring word, My mistress will before the break of day
Behere at Belmont: she doth stray about By holy crosses, where she kneels and
prays For happy wedlock hours. Lor, Who comes with her? Steph. None, but a ...
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And Warwick rages, like a chased bull: Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds Having the fearful flying hare in
sight, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ...
And Warwick rages, like a chased bull: Away! for death doth hold us in pursuit.
Edward and Richard, like a brace of greyhounds Having the fearful flying hare in
sight, With fiery eyes, sparkling for very wrath, And bloody steel grasp'd in their ...
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Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Art. O, Caesar, read mine first; ... Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For
look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Cas: Trebonius knows his ti Lue R
...
Trebonius doth desire you to o'er-read, At your best leisure, this his humble suit.
Art. O, Caesar, read mine first; ... Popilius Lena speaks not of our purposes; For
look, he smiles, and Caesar doth not change. Cas: Trebonius knows his ti Lue R
...
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Kings are earth's gods: in vice their law's their will; And if Jove stray, who dares
say, Jove doth ill? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known
grows worse, to smother it. All love the womb that their first beings bred, Then
give ...
Kings are earth's gods: in vice their law's their will; And if Jove stray, who dares
say, Jove doth ill? It is enough you know; and it is fit, What being more known
grows worse, to smother it. All love the womb that their first beings bred, Then
give ...
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Seite 363 - 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 251 - 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 363 - 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 303 - 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 285 - 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 263 - 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 250 - 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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