Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Part 151, Volume 2 |
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Well then , thou hast a carefull fawhom I hate , ther girle , Than countie Paris that I cannot loue . Zu A. 4. Sc . 3 . Jul . Farewell , God knowes when wee shall I will not entertaine so bad a thought . meete againe .
Well then , thou hast a carefull fawhom I hate , ther girle , Than countie Paris that I cannot loue . Zu A. 4. Sc . 3 . Jul . Farewell , God knowes when wee shall I will not entertaine so bad a thought . meete againe .
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lautet bei Brooke so : Receive this vyoll small and keepe it as thine eye ; And on the mariage day , before the sunne doe cleare the skye , Fill it with water full up to the very brim , Then drinke it of , and thou shalt feele ...
lautet bei Brooke so : Receive this vyoll small and keepe it as thine eye ; And on the mariage day , before the sunne doe cleare the skye , Fill it with water full up to the very brim , Then drinke it of , and thou shalt feele ...
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But thou art not quickly moved to strike . Sam . A dog of the house of Montague moves me . Gre . To move is to stir , and to be valiant is to stand ; therefore , if thou art moved , thou run'st away . Sam .
But thou art not quickly moved to strike . Sam . A dog of the house of Montague moves me . Gre . To move is to stir , and to be valiant is to stand ; therefore , if thou art moved , thou run'st away . Sam .
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A was a merry man , took up the child : „ Yea , “ quoth he , „ dost thou fall upon thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? “ and , by my holy - dam , 10 The pretty wretch left crying ...
A was a merry man , took up the child : „ Yea , “ quoth he , „ dost thou fall upon thy face ? Thou wilt fall backward , when thou hast more wit ; Wilt thou not , Jule ? “ and , by my holy - dam , 10 The pretty wretch left crying ...
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What man árt thou , that , thus bescreen'd in night , So stumblest on my counsel ? 15 Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , 16 is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee : Had I it ...
What man árt thou , that , thus bescreen'd in night , So stumblest on my counsel ? 15 Rom . By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am : My name , dear saint , 16 is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee : Had I it ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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"?
Page 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...
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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...