Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Osa 152,Nide 3 |
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Tulokset 1 - 5 kokonaismäärästä 100
Sivu ii
... Death of King John at Swinstead Abbey . As it was ( sundry times ) publikely acted by the Queenes Majesties Players in the honourable Cittie of London . - Bei der genauen , durch alle Akte und Scenen hindurch gehenden Bezugnahme , mit ...
... Death of King John at Swinstead Abbey . As it was ( sundry times ) publikely acted by the Queenes Majesties Players in the honourable Cittie of London . - Bei der genauen , durch alle Akte und Scenen hindurch gehenden Bezugnahme , mit ...
Sivu v
... death Two thousand markes reuenew euery yeare : And this ( my Lord ) I challenge for my right , As lawfull heire to Robert Fauconbridge . Or whereto tends the course of this appeale ? Shriue . Please it your Maiestie , these two ...
... death Two thousand markes reuenew euery yeare : And this ( my Lord ) I challenge for my right , As lawfull heire to Robert Fauconbridge . Or whereto tends the course of this appeale ? Shriue . Please it your Maiestie , these two ...
Sivu x
... death , but tidings of more hate , Arth . Alas , thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this attempt ; I perceiue by your heauy countenances , you had rather be otherwise ...
... death , but tidings of more hate , Arth . Alas , thou wrongst my youth with words of feare , Hub . My masters , I have shewed you what warrant I haue for this attempt ; I perceiue by your heauy countenances , you had rather be otherwise ...
Sivu xi
... death for guilt , to Arth . I pleade , Hub But that appeale my Lord concer- But to performe a tragedie indeede , nes not me . the perill . Conclude the period with a mortall stab . Arth . Why thou art he that maist omit Constance ...
... death for guilt , to Arth . I pleade , Hub But that appeale my Lord concer- But to performe a tragedie indeede , nes not me . the perill . Conclude the period with a mortall stab . Arth . Why thou art he that maist omit Constance ...
Sivu xii
... death than 80 : Comfort and courage come againe to me , Ile venter sure : tis but a leape for life . He leapes , and ... death ? My death indeed , O God , my bones are burst . Sweete Iesu saue my soule , forgiue my rash attempt , Comfort ...
... death than 80 : Comfort and courage come againe to me , Ile venter sure : tis but a leape for life . He leapes , and ... death ? My death indeed , O God , my bones are burst . Sweete Iesu saue my soule , forgiue my rash attempt , Comfort ...
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Shakspere's Werke, Herausg. und Erklärt Von N. Delius. [with] Nachträge und ... William Shakespeare Esikatselu ei käytettävissä - 2013 |
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alten answer arms Bardolph bear better blood Boling Bolingbroke brother cause comes cousin crown dead death doth duke earl eigentlich England English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith Falstaff father fear fellow folgenden France French friends für gebraucht give grace hand Harry hast hath head hear heart heaven Henry hold Holinshed honour horse John keep king König Lady land leave lesen live look lord majesty master means never nicht night noble peace Percy Pist Pistol Poins prince Rich Richard SCENE sich Sinne Sir John soldier soul speak stand steht sweet tell thee thing thou thou art thought tongue true unto Wort York
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Sivu 59 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down...
Sivu 59 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Sivu 23 - I'll sup. Farewell. Poins. Farewell, my lord. [Exit POINS. P. Hen. I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness ; Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
Sivu 32 - O ! who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast? Or wallow naked in December snow By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?
Sivu 56 - Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead ! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility ; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger...
Sivu 104 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Sivu 58 - If sack and sugar be a fault, God help the wicked ! if to be old and merry be a sin, then many an old host that I know is damned : if to be fat be to be hated, then Pharaoh's lean kine are to be loved. No, my good lord ; banish Peto, banish Bardolph, banish Poins : but for sweet Jack Falstaff, kind Jack Falstaff, true Jack Falstaff, valiant Jack Falstaff, and therefore more valiant, being, as he is, old Jack Falstaff, banish not him thy Harry's company, banish not him thy Harry's company : banish...
Sivu 30 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Sivu 57 - Be copy now to men of grosser blood, And teach them how to war. — And you, good yeomen, Whose limbs were made in England, show us here The mettle of your pasture : let us swear That you are worth your breeding ; which I doubt not, For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
Sivu 24 - So, when this loose behaviour I throw off, And pay the debt I never promised, By how much better than my word I am By so much shall I falsify men's hopes; And like bright metal on a sullen ground, My reformation, glittering o'er my fault, Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes Than that which hath no foil to set it off. I'll so offend to make offence a skill, Redeeming time when men think least I will.