The Plays of William Shakespeare, Band 1Charles Willliams, 1813 - 913 Seiten |
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... gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
... gone . No , it begins again . Ariel sings . Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes : Nothing of him that doth fade , But doth suffer a sea - change Into something rich and ...
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... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would , I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am a maid ...
... gone ? Luc . That you may ruminate . [ Exit . Jul . And yet , I would , I had o'erlook'd the letter . It were a shame to call her back again , And pray her to a fault for which I chid her . What fool is she , that knows I am a maid ...
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... gone : and let the papers lie : You would be fingering them , to anger me . Ler . She makes it strange ; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter . [ Exit . Jul . Nay , would I were so anger'd with the same ! O ...
... gone : and let the papers lie : You would be fingering them , to anger me . Ler . She makes it strange ; but she would be best pleas'd To be so anger'd with another letter . [ Exit . Jul . Nay , would I were so anger'd with the same ! O ...
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... gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances as infinite of love , Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Lur . All these are ...
... gone : I fear me , he will scarce be pleas'd withal . Jul . That is the least , Lucetta , of my fear : A thousand oaths , an ocean of his tears , And instances as infinite of love , Warrant me welcome to my Proteus . Lur . All these are ...
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... gone ; For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean away . Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say , they have ...
... gone ; For why , the fools are mad , if left alone . Take no repulse , whatever she doth say ; For , get you gone , she doth not mean away . Flatter , and praise , commend , extol their graces ; Though ne'er so black , say , they have ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
arms art thou Banquo Bardolph bear better Biron blood brother Claudio cousin daughter dear death doth Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fool Ford France gentle gentleman give Gloster grace hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honour Isab Kath king knave lady Laun Leonato live look lord Lucio Macbeth Macd madam maid majesty Malvolio marry master master doctor mistress ne'er never night noble Northumberland Orla pardon peace Pedro Pist Poins Pompey poor pr'ythee pray prince Proteus queen Re-enter Reignier SCENE Shal shame signior Sir Andrew Ague-cheek sir John Sir John Falstaff soul speak Suffolk swear sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thou shalt Thurio tongue true unto What's wife wilt word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 224 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Seite 321 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Seite 448 - Let him depart ; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company, That fears his fellowship to die with us. This day is...
Seite 407 - When we mean to build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model ; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection ; Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then but draw anew the model In fewer offices, or at last desist To build at all...
Seite 316 - 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 414 - With deaf'ning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude; And, in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king ? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Seite 448 - This story shall the good man teach his son; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered; We few, we happy few, we band of brothers...
Seite 448 - We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition...
Seite 78 - ... accommodations that thou bear'st, Are nurs'd by baseness ; Thou art by no means valiant ; For thou dost fear the soft and tender fork Of a poor worm ; Thy best of rest is sleep, And that thou oft provok'st ; yet grossly fear'st Thy death which is no more.
Seite 314 - 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...