Othello. Richard II. Richard III. Henry VIII. Much ado about nothing. Katherine and PetruchioPenn Publishing Company, 1899 |
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Othello. Richard II. Richard III. Henry VIII. Much ado about nothing ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1899 |
Othello. Richard II. Richard III. Henry VIII. Much ado about nothing ... William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1908 |
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2nd Murd Anne Balt banished Beat Beatrice Bened Benedick Bishop of Carlisle blood Bolingbroke Brabantio brother Buck Buckingham cardinal Cassio Catesby Clarence Claud Claudio cousin Cromwell crown Cyprus daughter death Desdemona Dogb Don Pedro doth Duke Edward Edwin Booth Eliz Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes farewell father fear friends Gaunt gentle gentlemen give Glos Gloster grace Grumio hand hath hear heart heaven Henry VIII Hero hither honest honour Iago John of Gaunt Kate Katharine kill King Henry King Richard Kneels lady Leon Leonato live look lord Lord Chamberlain madam married Master Constable Michael Cassio Moor murder never noble Norfolk Northumberland Othello Petruchio pray prince Queen Kath Ratcliff Re-enter Rich Richard III Richmond Roderigo royal Scene Shakespeare Signior soul speak sweet tell thee thou art thought Venice villain wife Wolsey York
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Sida 40 - 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.
Sida 4 - And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days. I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Sida 111 - Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't. No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice. Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well; Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme...
Sida 27 - Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm from an anointed king ; The breath of worldly men cannot depose The deputy elected by the Lord.
Sida 88 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the highest degree ; Murder, stern murder, in the direst degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree; Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty...
Sida 43 - 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!
Sida 51 - I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk ? and speak parrot ? and squabble ? swagger ? swear ? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow ? — O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil ! lago.
Sida 16 - Let him do his spite; My services which I have done the signiory Shall out-tongue his complaints. 'Tis yet to know — Which, when I know that boasting is an honour, I shall promulgate — I fetch my life and being From men of royal siege; and my demerits May speak unbonneted to as proud a fortune As this that I have reached. For know, lago, But that I love the gentle Desdemona, I would not my unhoused free condition Put into circumscription and confine For the sea's worth.
Sida 62 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Sida 73 - 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, I here engage my words.