Shakspere's Werke; Pericles. Poems. Biographische Nachrichten. Index Volume 7

Shakspere's Werke; Pericles. Poems. Biographische Nachrichten. Index Volume 7

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1860 edition. Excerpt: ...Platz, der kein Schlachthaus. ist. 16) that true type = jenes Geprage der Treue odor Reinheit, in Bezug auf das v0rhergehende I was a loyal wife. ' "5) Vgl. oben Anm. 74. Nor shall he smile at thee in secret thought, Nor laugh with his companions at thy state; But thou shalt know thy interest was not bought Basely with gold, but stol'n from forth thy gate. For me, I am the mistress of my fate, And with my trespass never will dispense, Till life to death acquit my forc'd offence. I will not poison thee with my attaint, Nor fold my fault in cleanly coin'd excuses; My sable ground of sin I will not paint, To hide the truth of this false night's abuses: My tongue shall utter all; mine eyes, like sluices, As from a mountain-spring that feeds a dale, Shall gush pure streams to purge my impure tale. By this, lamenting Philomel had ended The well-tun'd warble of her nightly sorrow, And solemn night with slow-sad gait descended To ugly hell: when lo! the blushing morrow Lends light to all fair eyes that light will borrow: But cloudy Lucrece shames herself to see, And therefore still in night would cloister'd be. Revealing day through every cranny spies, And seems to point her out where she sits weeping; To whom she sobbing speaks: 0 eye of eyes! Why p1'y'st thou through my window? leave thy peeping; Mock with thy tickling beams eyes that are sleeping: Brand not my forehead with thy piercing light, For day hath nought to do what 's done by night. "6 Thus cavils she with every thing she sees. True grief is fond "7 and testy as a child, Who wayward once, his mood with nought agrees: Old woes, not infant sorrows, bear them mild; "9 Continuance tames the once; the other wild, Like more

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