Chefs-d'œuvre de Shakespeare ..: Richard III, Roméo et Juliette et Le marchand de VeniseJ. B. Herman, 1837 |
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... heaven , I rather would have been his hangman . lago . But there's no remedy ; ' tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir ...
... heaven , I rather would have been his hangman . lago . But there's no remedy ; ' tis the curse of service ; Preferment goes by letter , and affection , Not by the old gradation , where each second Stood heir to the first . Now , sir ...
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... seigneur , aussi vrai que vous vous ap- pelez Roderigo , si j'étais le More je ne voudrais pas être Iago . Alors , je ne resterais pas à son service . In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven SCENE I. OTHELLO , LE MORE DE VENISE .
... seigneur , aussi vrai que vous vous ap- pelez Roderigo , si j'étais le More je ne voudrais pas être Iago . Alors , je ne resterais pas à son service . In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven SCENE I. OTHELLO , LE MORE DE VENISE .
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William Shakespeare. In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In ...
William Shakespeare. In following him , I follow but myself ; Heaven is my judge , not I for love and duty , But seeming so , for my peculiar end : For when my outward action doth demonstrate The native act and figure of my heart In ...
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... heaven ! -How got she out ? -O treason of the blood ! — Fathers , from hence trust not your daughters ' minds By what you see them act . - Are there not charms , By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abus'd ? Have you not ...
... heaven ! -How got she out ? -O treason of the blood ! — Fathers , from hence trust not your daughters ' minds By what you see them act . - Are there not charms , By which the property of youth and maidhood May be abus'd ? Have you not ...
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... heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd ...
... heaven I do confess the vices of my blood , So justly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father lov'd me ; oft invited me ; Still question'd ...
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Seite 328 - Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 518 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Seite 550 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Seite 362 - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. • Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
Seite 334 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Seite 304 - tis true : 'tis true 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him, then : and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Seite 268 - The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring, Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Seite 308 - Pol. Do you know me, my lord? Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Pol. Not I, my lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Pol. Honest, my lord! Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Seite 134 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Seite 314 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.