The Plays of William Shakespeare ...: Pericles. King Lear. Romeo and JulietT. Bensley, 1800 |
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... hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? Glo . Ay , fir . Lear . And the creature run from the cur ? There thou might'ft behold the great image of authority : a dog's obey'd in office.— Thou rascal beadle , hold thy bloody hand : Why ...
... hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar ? Glo . Ay , fir . Lear . And the creature run from the cur ? There thou might'ft behold the great image of authority : a dog's obey'd in office.— Thou rascal beadle , hold thy bloody hand : Why ...
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... hast one daughter , Who redeems nature from the general curfe Which twain have brought her to . Edg . Hail , gentle fir . Gent . Sir , speed you : What's your will ? Edg . Do you hear aught , fir , of a battle toward ? Gent . Moft fure ...
... hast one daughter , Who redeems nature from the general curfe Which twain have brought her to . Edg . Hail , gentle fir . Gent . Sir , speed you : What's your will ? Edg . Do you hear aught , fir , of a battle toward ? Gent . Moft fure ...
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... hast done . Mark , -I fay , inftantly ; and carry it fo , As I have fet it down . Off . I cannot draw a cart , nor eat dried oats ; If it be man's work , I will do it . [ Exit Officer . Flourish . Enter ALBANY , GONERIL , REGAN ...
... hast done . Mark , -I fay , inftantly ; and carry it fo , As I have fet it down . Off . I cannot draw a cart , nor eat dried oats ; If it be man's work , I will do it . [ Exit Officer . Flourish . Enter ALBANY , GONERIL , REGAN ...
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... hast wrong'd me . My name is Edgar , and thy father's fon . The gods are juft , and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us : The dark and vicious place where thee he got , Coft him his eyes . Edm . Edm . Thou haft spoken ...
... hast wrong'd me . My name is Edgar , and thy father's fon . The gods are juft , and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to scourge us : The dark and vicious place where thee he got , Coft him his eyes . Edm . Edm . Thou haft spoken ...
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... hast shown , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a finoke rais'd with the fume of fighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it elfe ? a ...
... hast shown , Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a finoke rais'd with the fume of fighs ; Being purg'd , a fire sparkling in lovers ' eyes ; Being vex'd , a fea nourish'd with lovers ' tears : What is it elfe ? a ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Afide againſt art thou Bawd BENVOLIO beſt Boult CAPULET cauſe CLEON Cordelia Corn courſe daughter dead death DIONYZA doft doth Edmund Enter Exeunt Exit eyes faid father fhall fifter fince firſt flain fome Fool forrow foul friar ftand fuch Gent gentleman give GLOSTER gods GONERIL hath heart heaven Helicanus himſelf hither honour houſe huſband itſelf Juliet Kent king King Lear lady laſt Lear lord LYSIMACHUS madam Mantua Marina maſter Mercutio miſtreſs Mitylene moft Montague moſt muſt myſelf night Nurfe Nurſe Pentapolis Pericles pleaſe pleaſure pray prince Prince of Tyre purpoſe Regan Romeo ſay SCENE ſee ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtand ſtay Stew ſuch ſweet tell Tharfus thee there's theſe thine thoſe thou art Tybalt Tyre uſe villain whoſe wife
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 93 - Thou must be patient; we came crying hither. Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air, We wawl, and cry: — I will preach to thee; mark me. Glo. Alack, alack the day ! Lear. When we are born, we cry, that we are come To this great stage of fools...
Seite 18 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Seite 52 - O! reason not the need; our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's. Thou art a lady; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Seite 97 - Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath. Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Seite 116 - KENT. Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Seite 21 - O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear...
Seite 114 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack. — She's gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth.
Seite 46 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume...
Seite 98 - tis fittest. Cor. How does my royal lord? How fares your majesty? Lear. You do me wrong, to take me out o' the grave. — Thou art a soul in bliss ; but I am bound Upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears Do scald like molten lead.
Seite 66 - Wilt thou be gone ? it is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.