The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, Volumul 12R. Crowder, 1772 |
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Pagina 9
... thing appeared again to- Ber . I have feen nothing . [ night ? Mar. Horatio fays , ' tis but our fantasy ; And will not let belief take hold of him , Touching this dreaded fight , twice feen of us : Therefore I have intreated him along ...
... thing appeared again to- Ber . I have feen nothing . [ night ? Mar. Horatio fays , ' tis but our fantasy ; And will not let belief take hold of him , Touching this dreaded fight , twice feen of us : Therefore I have intreated him along ...
Pagina 10
... thing more than fantasy ? What think you of it ? Hor . Before my God , I might not this believe , Without the fenfible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the King ? Hor . As thou art to thyself . Such was the very ...
... thing more than fantasy ? What think you of it ? Hor . Before my God , I might not this believe , Without the fenfible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the King ? Hor . As thou art to thyself . Such was the very ...
Pagina 12
... thing to be done , That may to thee do eafe , and grace to me , Speak to me . If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , Oh speak ! ------ Or , if thou haft uphoarded in thy life Extorted ...
... thing to be done , That may to thee do eafe , and grace to me , Speak to me . If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , Oh speak ! ------ Or , if thou haft uphoarded in thy life Extorted ...
Pagina 13
... thing Upon a fearful fummoirs . I have heard , The cock , that is the trumpet to the morn , Doth with his lofty and fhrill - founding throat Awake the god of day , and , at his warning , Whether in fea or fire , in earth or air , Th ...
... thing Upon a fearful fummoirs . I have heard , The cock , that is the trumpet to the morn , Doth with his lofty and fhrill - founding throat Awake the god of day , and , at his warning , Whether in fea or fire , in earth or air , Th ...
Pagina 15
... things , will we fhew our duty . King . We doubt it nothing ; heartily farewel . [ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius , And now , Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of fome fuit . What is't , Laertes ? You cannot speak of ...
... things , will we fhew our duty . King . We doubt it nothing ; heartily farewel . [ Exeunt Voltimand and Cornelius , And now , Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of fome fuit . What is't , Laertes ? You cannot speak of ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the ..., Volumul 12 William Shakespeare Vizualizare completă - 1772 |
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againſt Antony and Cleopatra Brabantio Cæfar Caffio Clown confefs Cymbeline Cyprus death Defdemona doft thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit faid falfe fame father fatire feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fleep fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand fuch fure fweet fword Ghoft give Guil Hamlet hath heart Heaven Henry IV Henry VI Henry VIII himſelf honeft Horatio huſband Iago ibid is't itſelf King King Lear Laer Laertes lago loft Lord madneſs Meaſure moft Moor moſt muft murder muſt myſelf night obferved Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Poet Polonius Pope pray purpoſe Quartos Queen reafon Richard II Rodorigo ſhall ſpeak ſtate thee thefe theſe thing thofe thought Titus Andronicus to-night underſtand uſe Venice villain whofe wife word yourſelf
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Pagina 21 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules : within a month ; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Pagina 85 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 84 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 27 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
Pagina 32 - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
Pagina 163 - Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never, Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness : If t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
Pagina 125 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Pagina 312 - 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...
Pagina 72 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Pagina 150 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...