The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 9 |
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You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring . While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for ...
You gentle gods , give me but this I have , And sear up my embracements from a next With bonds of death ! -Remain thou here [ Putting on the Ring . While sense can keep it on ! And sweetest , fairest , As I my poor self did exchange for ...
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—you must give way : Here is your servant .-- How now , sir ? What news ? Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , ...
—you must give way : Here is your servant .-- How now , sir ? What news ? Pis . My lord your son drew on my master . Queen . Ha ! No harm , I trust , is done ? Pis . There might have been , But that my master rather play'd than fought , ...
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I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit Pisanio . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health , ' beseech you ? Iach . Well , madam . Imo . Is he dispos'd to mirth ? I hope , he is . Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger ...
I was going , sir , To give him welcome . [ Exit Pisanio . Imo . Continues well my lord ? His health , ' beseech you ? Iach . Well , madam . Imo . Is he dispos'd to mirth ? I hope , he is . Iach . Exceeding pleasant ; none a stranger ...
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Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord , That which he is , new o'er : And he is one The truest manner'd ; such a holy witch , That he enchants societies unto him ...
Give me your pardon . I have spoke this , to know if your affiance Were deeply rooted ; and shall make your lord , That which he is , new o'er : And he is one The truest manner'd ; such a holy witch , That he enchants societies unto him ...
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-I give him satisfaction. 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor [ Aside . ] crop the ears of them . • He is describing his fate at bowls , the jack is the small bowi at which the others are aimed . 7 Fellow . 71 , e , Degrade yourself .
-I give him satisfaction. 2 Lord . No , my lord ; nor [ Aside . ] crop the ears of them . • He is describing his fate at bowls , the jack is the small bowi at which the others are aimed . 7 Fellow . 71 , e , Degrade yourself .
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Andronicus arms Attendants bear better blood Boult bring brother comes Corn court daughter dead dear death dost doth emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear follow Fool fortune Gent give gods gone grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honour I'll Iach Italy keep Kent king lady Lavinia Lear leave live look lord Lucius madam Marcus master mean mind mistress mother nature never night noble peace Pericles poor Post pray present prince queen Roman Rome SCENE sister sons sorrow speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee there's thine thing thou thou art thought Titus true villain
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Seite 94 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Seite 445 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me, I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
Seite 402 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd. raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 337 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Seite 349 - ... we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish disposition to the charge of a star!
Seite 139 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love.
Seite 445 - Pray, do not mock me: I am a very foolish fond old man, fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less; 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...
Seite 444 - 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 461 - I'd use them so That heaven's vault should crack : — O, she is gone for ever ! — I know when one is dead, and when one lives ; She's dead as earth : — Lend me a looking-glass ; If that her breath will mist or stain the stone, Why, then she lives.
Seite 445 - 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.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Band 9 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Autor/in | William Shakespeare |
| Verlag | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Original von | New York Public Library |
| Digitalisiert | 28. Dez. 2006 |
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