The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Band 8 |
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... never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Lear . So young , and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Ay , good my lord . Lear . Let it be so , -Thy truth then be thy ...
... never marry like my sisters , To love my father all . Lear . But goes this with thy heart ? Cor . Lear . So young , and so untender ? Cor . So young , my lord , and true . Ay , good my lord . Lear . Let it be so , -Thy truth then be thy ...
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... never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies ; nor fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear ; and let me still remain The true blank of thine 9 eye . Lear . Now , by ...
... never held but as a pawn To wage against thine enemies ; nor fear to lose it , Thy safety being the motive . Lear . Out of my sight ! Kent . See better , Lear ; and let me still remain The true blank of thine 9 eye . Lear . Now , by ...
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... never yet , ) and , with strain'd pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power ; ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear , ) Our potency made good ' , take thy reward . Five days we do allot thee , for provision To shield ...
... never yet , ) and , with strain'd pride , To come betwixt our sentence and our power ; ( Which nor our nature nor our place can bear , ) Our potency made good ' , take thy reward . Five days we do allot thee , for provision To shield ...
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... never plant in me . Cor . I yet beseech your majesty , ( If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is no vicious blot , murder , or ...
... never plant in me . Cor . I yet beseech your majesty , ( If for I want that glib and oily art , To speak and purpose not ; since what I well intend , I'll do't before I speak , ) that you make known It is no vicious blot , murder , or ...
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... never heretofore sounded you in this business ? Edm . Never , my lord : But I have often heard him maintain it to be fit , that , sons at perfect age , and fathers declining , the father should be as ward to the the son manage his ...
... never heretofore sounded you in this business ? Edm . Never , my lord : But I have often heard him maintain it to be fit , that , sons at perfect age , and fathers declining , the father should be as ward to the the son manage his ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 399 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Seite 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of christians, nor the gait of christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Seite 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Seite 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Seite 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Seite 339 - Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Seite 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Seite 306 - ... this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Seite 386 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?