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But at this instant he is sick , my lord , kond , brez Duke . It may be right ; but you are in the wrong Of a strange fever . Upon his mere request , mage To speak before your time . - Proceed ! ( Being come to knowledge that there was ...
But at this instant he is sick , my lord , kond , brez Duke . It may be right ; but you are in the wrong Of a strange fever . Upon his mere request , mage To speak before your time . - Proceed ! ( Being come to knowledge that there was ...
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I 6 Ang . My lord , I must confess , I know this woman ; Lucio . That's the way ; for women are light at midAnd , five years since , there was some speech of mar- night . riage Escal . Come on , mistress ! [ To Isabella . ] ...
I 6 Ang . My lord , I must confess , I know this woman ; Lucio . That's the way ; for women are light at midAnd , five years since , there was some speech of mar- night . riage Escal . Come on , mistress ! [ To Isabella . ] ...
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[ Pulls of the Friar's hood , Where Claudio stoop'd to death , and with like haste ;and discovers the Duke . Away with him ! Duke . Thou art the first knaye , that e'er made a Mari . O , my most gracious lord , duke.
[ Pulls of the Friar's hood , Where Claudio stoop'd to death , and with like haste ;and discovers the Duke . Away with him ! Duke . Thou art the first knaye , that e'er made a Mari . O , my most gracious lord , duke.
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Only to despite them , I will endeavour any my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not thing . ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say , she Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pehath often dreamed ...
Only to despite them , I will endeavour any my lord : she is never sad , but when she sleeps ; and not thing . ever sad then ; for I have heard my daughter say , she Bora . Go then , find me a meet hour to draw Don Pehath often dreamed ...
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Pardon , my lord . Obe . There lies your love . [ He and the rest kneel to Theseus . Tita . How came these things to pass ? The . I pray you all , stand up ! 0 , how mine eyes do loath his visage now !
Pardon , my lord . Obe . There lies your love . [ He and the rest kneel to Theseus . Tita . How came these things to pass ? The . I pray you all , stand up ! 0 , how mine eyes do loath his visage now !
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Seite 365 - 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 253 - 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 365 - 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 305 - 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 287 - 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 265 - 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 252 - 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 Shakspeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | Fleischer, 1824 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 30. Dez. 2006 |
| Länge | 830 Seiten |
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