The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Том 10H. Durell, 1818 |
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... death , [ Cock crows . Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . ' Tis here ! Hor . ' Tis here ! Mar. ' Tis gone ! We do it wrong ...
... death , [ Cock crows . Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . ' Tis here ! Hor . ' Tis here ! Mar. ' Tis gone ! We do it wrong ...
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... death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him ...
... death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him ...
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... death , Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of law , To our ...
... death , Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of law , To our ...
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... death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of us As of a father : for let the world take note , You ...
... death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of us As of a father : for let the world take note , You ...
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... death , Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly in - urn'd , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , [ 3 ] The best and most valuable part of the praise that would be otherwise attribu- ted to us ...
... death , Have burst their cerements ! why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly in - urn'd , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , [ 3 ] The best and most valuable part of the praise that would be otherwise attribu- ted to us ...
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ancient Bawd Ben Jonson beseech Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fortune Gent gentlemen give Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't John Shakespeare JOHNSON King Henry lady Laer Laertes lago look lord LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina marry means Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder never night noble Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles play poet POLONIUS pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Queen Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakespeare signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tyre villain WARBURTON wife word
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Страница 46 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Страница 52 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
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Страница 126 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Страница 110 - Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally : and, for his passage, The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him.
Страница 62 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.