Action is eloquence.
William ShakespeareWhen shall we three meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides:
Who cover faults, at last shame them derides.
I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is
not that strange?
BEATRICE
As strange as the thing I know not. It were as
possible for me to say I loved nothing so well as
you: but believe me not; and yet I lie not; I
confess nothing, nor I deny nothing. I am sorry for my cousin.
BENEDICK
By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me.
BEATRICE
Do not swear, and eat it.
BENEDICK
I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make
him eat it that says I love not you.
BEATRICE
Will you not eat your word?
BENEDICK
With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest
I love thee.
BEATRICE
Why, then, God forgive me!
BENEDICK
What offence, sweet Beatrice?
BEATRICE
You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to
protest I loved you.
BENEDICK
And do it with all thy heart.
BEATRICE
I love you with so much of my heart that none is
left to protest.
BENEDICK
Come, bid me do any thing for thee.
Stichwörter: love
No he podido dormir.¡Entre la ejecución de un acto terrible y su primer impulso, todo el intervalo es como una visión o como un horrible sueño! ¡El espíritu y las potencias corporales celebran entonces concejo, y el estado del hombre, semejante a un pequeño reino, sufre una verdadera insurrección!
William Shakespearethe hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.
William ShakespeareBut yesterday the word of Caesar might
Have stood against the world; now lies he there.
And none so poor to do him reverence.
O masters, if I were disposed to stir
Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage,
I should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong,
Who, you all know, are honourable men:
I will not do them wrong; I rather choose
To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you,
Than I will wrong such honourable men.
But here's a parchment with the seal of Caesar;
I found it in his closet, 'tis his will:
Let but the commons hear this testament--
Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read--
And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds
And dip their napkins in his sacred blood,
Yea, beg a hair of him for memory,
And, dying, mention it within their wills,
Bequeathing it as a rich legacy
Unto their issue.
Stichwörter: mark-antony
Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.
William ShakespeareStichwörter: happiness power ambition class
Wear me as a seal over your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, passion cruel as the grave.
William ShakespeareThere's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't
Stichwörter: love
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