The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumul 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 16
... far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore our sometime sister , now our queen , The imperial jointress of this warlike state , Have we 16 HAMLET ,
... far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore our sometime sister , now our queen , The imperial jointress of this warlike state , Have we 16 HAMLET ,
Pagina 19
... nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , inadam , it is common . Queen . Why seems it so particular with thee ? If it be , Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary suits ...
... nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , inadam , it is common . Queen . Why seems it so particular with thee ? If it be , Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary suits ...
Pagina 20
... nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cry'd , 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 ...
... nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cry'd , 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 ...
Pagina 21
... nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months 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 ...
... nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months 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 ...
Pagina 27
... nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance 15 of a minute ; No more . Oph . Laer . No more but so ? Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone In thews 16 , and bulk ; but ...
... nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance 15 of a minute ; No more . Oph . Laer . No more but so ? Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone In thews 16 , and bulk ; but ...
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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
Pasaje populare
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?