The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... dead ? -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ...
... dead ? -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ...
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... dead waste and middle of the night , Been thus encounter'd . A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before them , and , with solemn march , Goes slow and stately by them : thrice he walk'd , By ...
... dead waste and middle of the night , Been thus encounter'd . A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before them , and , with solemn march , Goes slow and stately by them : thrice he walk'd , By ...
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... dead corse , again , in cómplete steel , Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon , Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature , So horridly to shake our disposition , With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say , why is this ...
... dead corse , again , in cómplete steel , Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon , Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature , So horridly to shake our disposition , With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say , why is this ...
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... dead dog , being a god , kissing carrion , -Have you a daughter ? Pol . I have , my lord . Ham . Let her not walk i'the sun : conception is a blessing ; but as your daughter may conceive , -friend , look to't . Pol . How say you by that ...
... dead dog , being a god , kissing carrion , -Have you a daughter ? Pol . I have , my lord . Ham . Let her not walk i'the sun : conception is a blessing ; but as your daughter may conceive , -friend , look to't . Pol . How say you by that ...
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... flowers ; she , seeing him asleep , leaves him . Anon , comes in a fellow , takes off his crown , kisses it , and pours poison in the king's ears , and exit . The queen returns ; finds the king dead , and makes 84 HAMLET ,
... flowers ; she , seeing him asleep , leaves him . Anon , comes in a fellow , takes off his crown , kisses it , and pours poison in the king's ears , and exit . The queen returns ; finds the king dead , and makes 84 HAMLET ,
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
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Страница 156 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Страница 282 - 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.
Страница 34 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Страница 353 - 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...
Страница 234 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
Страница 79 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Страница 102 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Страница 94 - 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.
Страница 74 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Страница 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?