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Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your majesty's . King .
Youth , thou bear'st thy father's face ; Frank nature , rather curious than in haste , Hath well compos'd thee . Thy father's moral parts May'st thou inherit too ! Welcome to Paris . Ber . My thanks and duty are your majesty's . King .
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Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman , I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause , quoth she , Why the Grecians sacked Troy ? Fond done , done fond , Was this king Priam's joy .
Count . Sirrah , tell my gentlewoman , I would speak with her ; Helen I mean . Clo . Was this fair face the cause , quoth she , Why the Grecians sacked Troy ? Fond done , done fond , Was this king Priam's joy .
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Pray you , gentlemen ,I have felt so many quirks of joy , and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't : -Where is my son , I pray you ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to serve the duke of Florence : We met ...
Pray you , gentlemen ,I have felt so many quirks of joy , and grief , That the first face of neither , on the start , Can woman me unto't : -Where is my son , I pray you ? 2 Gen. Madam , he's gone to serve the duke of Florence : We met ...
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Wid . Here you shall see a countryman of That has done worthy service . yours , His name , Hel . I pray you . Dia . The count Rousillon : Know you such a one ? Hel . But by the ear , that hears most nobly of him : His face I know not .
Wid . Here you shall see a countryman of That has done worthy service . yours , His name , Hel . I pray you . Dia . The count Rousillon : Know you such a one ? Hel . But by the ear , that hears most nobly of him : His face I know not .
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His confession is taken , and it shall be read to his face : if your lordship be in't , as I believe you are , you must have the patience to hear it . Re - enter Soldiers , with Parolles . Ber . A plague upon him ! muffled ! he can say ...
His confession is taken , and it shall be read to his face : if your lordship be in't , as I believe you are , you must have the patience to hear it . Re - enter Soldiers , with Parolles . Ber . A plague upon him ! muffled ! he can say ...
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Attendants bear better Bianca blood bring Clown comes Count daughter death doth Dromio Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair father fear fellow give gone Gremio hand hast hath hear heart heaven hence hold honour hope hour husband I'll Kath keep king knock Lady leave Leon live look lord Lucentio Macbeth Macd madam marry master mean mistress nature never night noble once Paul Petruchio play poor pray present queen ring Rosse SCENE Servant serve sleep speak stand stay sure sweet tell thank thee There's thine things thou thou art thought true wife Witch young
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Seite 56 - Witch. Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Seite 69 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Seite 17 - Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off: And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Seite 18 - Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both : They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 13 - Come, come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse; That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between The effect, and it...
Seite 8 - Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven : the fated sky Gives us free scope ; only, doth backward pull Our slow designs, when we ourselves are dull.
Seite 22 - Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse The curtain'd sleep ; witchcraft celebrates Pale Hecate's offerings ; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout, And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Seite 68 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength — a malady Most incident to maids...
Seite 82 - 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 86 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair * Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Bibliografische Informationen
| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 3 The Plays of William Shakespeare, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Mitwirkende Personen | Nicholas Rowe |
| Verlag | T. Bensley, 1803 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 29. Dez. 2006 |
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