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Here, if it like your honour. Ang. See, that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow
morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepard' For that's the utmost of his
pilgrimage. Exit Provost. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him and forgive us all !
Here, if it like your honour. Ang. See, that Claudio Be executed by nine to-morrow
morning: Bring him his confessor, let him be prepard' For that's the utmost of his
pilgrimage. Exit Provost. Escal. Well, heaven forgive him and forgive us all !
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Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest; nor
no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'stin honour
come off again. Ros. What shall be our sport then? Cel. Let us sit and mock the ...
Marry, I pr'ythee, do, to make sport withal: but love no man in good earnest; nor
no further in sport neither, than with safety of a pure blush thou may'stin honour
come off again. Ros. What shall be our sport then? Cel. Let us sit and mock the ...
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She is young, wise, fair; In these to mature she's immediate heir; And these breed
honour; that is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is
not like the sire. Honours best thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive, ...
She is young, wise, fair; In these to mature she's immediate heir; And these breed
honour; that is honour's scorn, Which challenges itself as honour's born, And is
not like the sire. Honours best thrive, When rather from our acts we them derive, ...
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See, doth Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, For yet his honour never heard a
play) 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd You break into some
merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows
...
See, doth Lest, over-eying of his odd behaviour, For yet his honour never heard a
play) 2 Hun. He breathes, my lord. Were he not warm'd You break into some
merry passion, And so offend him; for I tell you, sirs, If you should smile, he grows
...
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... of honour's tongue; Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; who is sweet
fortune's minion, and her pride: Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, Sec riot
and dishonour stain the brow d mak'st of my young Harry. O, that it could be
provo, ...
... of honour's tongue; Amongst a grove, the very straightest plant; who is sweet
fortune's minion, and her pride: Whilst I, by looking on the praise of him, Sec riot
and dishonour stain the brow d mak'st of my young Harry. O, that it could be
provo, ...
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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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