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Yet in this life Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ; Lichid more thousand deaths :
yet death we fear , Lay by all nicety , and prolixious blushes , That inakes these
odds all even . That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy brother Claud .
Yet in this life Fit thy consent to my sharp appetite ; Lichid more thousand deaths :
yet death we fear , Lay by all nicety , and prolixious blushes , That inakes these
odds all even . That banish what they sue for ; redeem thy brother Claud .
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... Should bring thy father to his drooping chair . From thee , my boy ; and had the
maidenhood But , -0 malignant and ill - boding stars ! Of thy first fight - I soon
encountered ; Now thou art come unto a feast of death , And , interchanging
blows , I ...
... Should bring thy father to his drooping chair . From thee , my boy ; and had the
maidenhood But , -0 malignant and ill - boding stars ! Of thy first fight - I soon
encountered ; Now thou art come unto a feast of death , And , interchanging
blows , I ...
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As Caesar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Cas . And leave us , Publius ! lest
that the people , of half that worth as those your swords , made rich Rushing on
us , should do your age some mischief . With the most noble blood of all this
world .
As Caesar's death's hour ; nor no instrument Cas . And leave us , Publius ! lest
that the people , of half that worth as those your swords , made rich Rushing on
us , should do your age some mischief . With the most noble blood of all this
world .
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Blister'd be thy tongue , For exile hath more terror in his look , For such a wish !
he was not born to shame : Much more than death : do not say — banishment .
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit ; Fri. Hence from Verona art thou
banished ...
Blister'd be thy tongue , For exile hath more terror in his look , For such a wish !
he was not born to shame : Much more than death : do not say — banishment .
Upon his brow shame is asham'd to sit ; Fri. Hence from Verona art thou
banished ...
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Mass , and well said ; a merry whoreson ! ha , And cruel death hath catch'd it from
my sight ! Thou shalt be logger - head ! — Good faith , ' tis day : Nurse . O woe ! 0
woful , woful , woful day ! The county will be here with music straight , Most ...
Mass , and well said ; a merry whoreson ! ha , And cruel death hath catch'd it from
my sight ! Thou shalt be logger - head ! — Good faith , ' tis day : Nurse . O woe ! 0
woful , woful , woful day ! The county will be here with music straight , Most ...
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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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