Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Part 153, Volume 4 |
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... noble earl and comfortable captain said to him , Oh , son , son ! I , thy father , which only hath been the terror and scourge of the French people so many years , - which hath subverted so many towns , and profli- gate and discomfited ...
... noble earl and comfortable captain said to him , Oh , son , son ! I , thy father , which only hath been the terror and scourge of the French people so many years , - which hath subverted so many towns , and profli- gate and discomfited ...
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... noble poems of Homer were holden with Alexander the Great , insomuch as every night they were laid under his pillow , and by day were carried in the rich jewel coffer of Darius , lately before vanquished by him in battle . Auch aus dem ...
... noble poems of Homer were holden with Alexander the Great , insomuch as every night they were laid under his pillow , and by day were carried in the rich jewel coffer of Darius , lately before vanquished by him in battle . Auch aus dem ...
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... noble uncle , thus ignobly us'd , Your nephew , late - despised Richard comes . Mor . Direct mine arms , I may embrace his neck , And in his bosom spend my latter gasp . - 0 ! tell me , when my lips do touch his cheeks , That I may ...
... noble uncle , thus ignobly us'd , Your nephew , late - despised Richard comes . Mor . Direct mine arms , I may embrace his neck , And in his bosom spend my latter gasp . - 0 ! tell me , when my lips do touch his cheeks , That I may ...
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... noble earl , And was beheaded . Thus the Mortimers , In whom the title rested , were suppress'd . 17 Plan . Of which , my lord , your honour is the last . Mor . True ; and thou seest , that I no issue have , And that my fainting words ...
... noble earl , And was beheaded . Thus the Mortimers , In whom the title rested , were suppress'd . 17 Plan . Of which , my lord , your honour is the last . Mor . True ; and thou seest , that I no issue have , And that my fainting words ...
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... noble peers as ye should jar . Believe me , lords , my tender years can tell , Civil dissension is a viperous worm , That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth . What tumult ' s this ? War . - [ Aside . [ A noise within : Down with the ...
... noble peers as ye should jar . Believe me , lords , my tender years can tell , Civil dissension is a viperous worm , That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth . What tumult ' s this ? War . - [ Aside . [ A noise within : Down with the ...
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Page 87 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 90 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Page 87 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new open'd. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Page 89 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...
Page 20 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable, That dogs bark at me as I halt by them...
Page 68 - Orpheus with his lute made trees. And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing : To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung ; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Page 88 - Why, well ; Never so truly happy, my good Cromwell. I know myself now ; and I feel within me A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
Page i - The king's players had a new play, called All is True, representing some principal pieces of the reign of Henry the Eighth, which was set forth with many extraordinary circumstances of pomp and majesty, even to the matting of the stage ; the knights of the order, with their Georges and Garter, the guards with their embroidered coats and the like ; sufficient, in truth, within a while to make greatness very familiar, if not ridiculous.
Page xi - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Page 87 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.