Shakspere's Werke, herausg. und erklärt von N. Delius. [With] Nachträge und Berichtigungen, Част 152, Том 3 |
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... give away my right , and put the doome Vnto themselues . Can there be likelihood That shee will loose ? Or he will give the liuing from himselfe ? Methinkes I hear a hollow Ecchoe sound ; That Philip is the sonne vnto a King : The ...
... give away my right , and put the doome Vnto themselues . Can there be likelihood That shee will loose ? Or he will give the liuing from himselfe ? Methinkes I hear a hollow Ecchoe sound ; That Philip is the sonne vnto a King : The ...
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... give thee ioy , greater than thy desert . Qu . Elian . Why how now Philip , giue away thine own ? Philip . Madame , I am bold to make my- selfe your nephew , The poorest kinsman that your Highnesse hath : And with this Prouerb gin the ...
... give thee ioy , greater than thy desert . Qu . Elian . Why how now Philip , giue away thine own ? Philip . Madame , I am bold to make my- selfe your nephew , The poorest kinsman that your Highnesse hath : And with this Prouerb gin the ...
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... give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here . Eli . He hath a trick 21 of Cordelion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth 22 him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In ...
... give heaven thanks , I was not like to thee . K. John . Why , what a madcap hath heaven lent us here . Eli . He hath a trick 21 of Cordelion's face ; The accent of his tongue affecteth 22 him . Do you not read some tokens of my son In ...
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... give it every foot to have this face : It would not be 34 Sir Nob in any case . 632 Eli . I like thee well . Wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a soldier , and now bound to France . Bast ...
... give it every foot to have this face : It would not be 34 Sir Nob in any case . 632 Eli . I like thee well . Wilt thou forsake thy fortune , Bequeath thy land to him , and follow me ? I am a soldier , and now bound to France . Bast ...
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William Shakespeare Nicolaus Delius. - Bast . Brother by the mother's side , give me your hand : My father gave me honour , yours gave land . Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The ...
William Shakespeare Nicolaus Delius. - Bast . Brother by the mother's side , give me your hand : My father gave me honour , yours gave land . Now blessed be the hour , by night or day , When I was got , Sir Robert was away . Eli . The ...
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Страница 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.
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Страница 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.