The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumul 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pagina 113
... dost thou mean by this ? Ham . Nothing , but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar . King . Where is Polonius ? Ham . In heaven ; send thither to see : if your mes- senger find him not there , seek him i ...
... dost thou mean by this ? Ham . Nothing , but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar . King . Where is Polonius ? Ham . In heaven ; send thither to see : if your mes- senger find him not there , seek him i ...
Pagina 138
... dost thou under- stand the scripture ? The scripture says , Adam digg'd ; Could he dig without arms ? I'll put another question to thee : if thou answer'st me not to the purpose , con- fess thyself- 2 Clo . Go to . 1 Clo . What is he ...
... dost thou under- stand the scripture ? The scripture says , Adam digg'd ; Could he dig without arms ? I'll put another question to thee : if thou answer'st me not to the purpose , con- fess thyself- 2 Clo . Go to . 1 Clo . What is he ...
Pagina 140
... dost thou , good lord ? This might be my lord such - a - one , that prais'd my lord such - a- one's horse , when he meant to beg it ; might it not ? Hor . Ay , my lord . Ham . Why , e'en so : and now my lady Worm's 117 ; chapless , and ...
... dost thou , good lord ? This might be my lord such - a - one , that prais'd my lord such - a- one's horse , when he meant to beg it ; might it not ? Hor . Ay , my lord . Ham . Why , e'en so : and now my lady Worm's 117 ; chapless , and ...
Pagina 141
... dost lie in't , to be in't , and say it is thine : ' tis for the dead , not for the quick ; therefore thou liest . 1 Clo . ' Tis a quick lie , sir ; ' twill away again , from me to you . Ham . What man dost thou dig it for ? 1 Clo . For ...
... dost lie in't , to be in't , and say it is thine : ' tis for the dead , not for the quick ; therefore thou liest . 1 Clo . ' Tis a quick lie , sir ; ' twill away again , from me to you . Ham . What man dost thou dig it for ? 1 Clo . For ...
Pagina 144
... Dost thou think , Alexander look'd o ' this fashion i'the earth ? Hor . E'en so . Ham . And smelt so ? pah ! [ Throws down the scull . Hor . E'en so , my lord . Ham . To what base uses we may return , Horatio ! Why may not imagination ...
... Dost thou think , Alexander look'd o ' this fashion i'the earth ? Hor . E'en so . Ham . And smelt so ? pah ! [ Throws down the scull . Hor . E'en so , my lord . Ham . To what base uses we may return , Horatio ! Why may not imagination ...
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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?