Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Partea 151,Volumul 2 |
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Pagina x
... blood embrewde , to death eke wounded sore . And then when she agayne within her selfe had wayde That quicke she should be buried there , and by his side be layde , All comfortles , for she shall living feere have none , But many a ...
... blood embrewde , to death eke wounded sore . And then when she agayne within her selfe had wayde That quicke she should be buried there , and by his side be layde , All comfortles , for she shall living feere have none , But many a ...
Pagina 65
... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign 2 as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy , and pale as lead . 3 --- Enter Nurse and PETER . O ...
... blood , She'd be as swift in motion as a ball ; My words would bandy her to my sweet love , And his to me : But old folks , many feign 2 as they were dead ; Unwieldy , slow , heavy , and pale as lead . 3 --- Enter Nurse and PETER . O ...
Pagina 66
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark ; I am the drudge , and toil in ...
... blood up in your cheeks , They'll be in scarlet straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder , by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon , when it is dark ; I am the drudge , and toil in ...
Pagina 68
... blood stirring . [ Exeunt . Mer . Thou art like one of those fellows that , when he enters the con- fines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table and says , " God send me no need of thee ! " and , by the operation of the second ...
... blood stirring . [ Exeunt . Mer . Thou art like one of those fellows that , when he enters the con- fines of a tavern , claps me his sword upon the table and says , " God send me no need of thee ! " and , by the operation of the second ...
Pagina 73
... blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman ! 39 Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague . O cousin , cousin ! Prin . Benvolio , who began this bloody fray ? 40 38 Ben . Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo's hand did ...
... blood is spill'd Of my dear kinsman ! 39 Prince , as thou art true , For blood of ours , shed blood of Montague . O cousin , cousin ! Prin . Benvolio , who began this bloody fray ? 40 38 Ben . Tybalt , here slain , whom Romeo's hand did ...
Termeni și expresii frecvente
Achilles Ajax andern Antony Aufidius bezeichnet bezieht Brutus Bühnenweisung Cæs Cæsar Capulet Cäsar Casca Cassius Cleo Cleopatra Cloten Cominius Coriolan Cres Cressida Cymbeline death der Fol die Fol Diomed doth eigentlich Enter Epitheton erklärt ersten Exeunt Exit eyes fear folgende folgenden friends gebraucht Sh Gegensatz gods GUIDERIUS hath hear heart Hector honour Iach Imogen indem Interpunction Juliet Julius Caesar kommt lady lassen lässt Lesart lesen lord machen macht Madam Marcius Mark Antony meisten Hgg night noble Nurse Octavius Othello Pandarus Pisanio Plutarch Posthumus pray queen Roman Rome Romeo sagt Satz SCENE schon scil sein setzen Sh.'schen Sinne soll speak Steevens steht Stelle sword tell thee Thersites thou art Troilus Tybalt Ulyss unto viel vielleicht vorher vorhergehenden Wort Wortspiel würde Zeile
Pasaje populare
Pagina 48 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Pagina 80 - For I can raise no money by vile means : By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their vile trash, By any indirection.
Pagina 67 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; •> I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; \ So let it be with Caesar.
Pagina 21 - Well, honour is the subject of my story.— I cannot tell, what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be, as live to be In awe of such a thing as I m,yself.
Pagina 67 - The noble Brutus hath told you Caesar was ambitious; if it were so, it was a grievous fault; and grievously hath Caesar answer'd it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, for Brutus is an honourable man; so are they all, all honourable men, . . . come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
Pagina 79 - Bru. You say you are a better soldier: Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
Pagina 36 - Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners' legs ; The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers ; The traces, of the smallest spider's web ; The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams ; Her whip, of cricket's bone ; the lash, of film ; Her waggoner, a small...
Pagina 67 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, — not without cause: What cause withholds you, then, to mourn for him?
Pagina 76 - Keeps honour bright: To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery. Take the instant way For honour travels in a strait so narrow, W'here one but goes abreast: keep then the path...
Pagina 70 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him : For I have neither wit...