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Pagina 58
... humility proceeding not from a contrite , but an attrite heart . In a word , he is so very criminal , that it would be a wickedness nearly equal to his own to wish him to find salvation : to hope that he might 58 ACT III . HAMLET .
... humility proceeding not from a contrite , but an attrite heart . In a word , he is so very criminal , that it would be a wickedness nearly equal to his own to wish him to find salvation : to hope that he might 58 ACT III . HAMLET .
Pagina 59
Andrew Becket. him to find salvation : to hope that he might receive for- giveness at the hand of his maker . We find in another page of the play , " the devil take thy soul , " - and in Othello , " May his pernicious soul Rot half a ...
Andrew Becket. him to find salvation : to hope that he might receive for- giveness at the hand of his maker . We find in another page of the play , " the devil take thy soul , " - and in Othello , " May his pernicious soul Rot half a ...
Pagina 99
... hope drunk , Wherein you drest yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now , to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? Was the hope drunk , Wherein you drest yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now to look so ...
... hope drunk , Wherein you drest yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now , to look so green and pale At what it did so freely ? Was the hope drunk , Wherein you drest yourself ? hath it slept since ? And wakes it now to look so ...
Pagina 112
... hope of being at rest , when the crown was gained ; and which , before that event , he considered as wholly impossible . B. Macb . Come , seeling night , Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And , with thy bloody and invisible hand ...
... hope of being at rest , when the crown was gained ; and which , before that event , he considered as wholly impossible . B. Macb . Come , seeling night , Skarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And , with thy bloody and invisible hand ...
Pagina 133
... hope , for my brother's justification , he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue . Taste of my virtue . ] Though taste may stand in this place , yet I believe we should read , assay or test of my virtue : they are both ...
... hope , for my brother's justification , he wrote this but as an essay or taste of my virtue . Taste of my virtue . ] Though taste may stand in this place , yet I believe we should read , assay or test of my virtue : they are both ...
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Termeni și expresii frecvente
affection allusion alteration ancient appears bag-pipe beauty believe blood called certainly character Chaucer Coriolanus corrupt Cymbeline doth Duke emendation epithet expression fair fear folio follows fool fortune French give gleek Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven honor Iago JOHN Johnson JouN king King Lear lady language Lear lord Macbeth meaning Measure for Measure Michael Cassio Midsummer Night's Dream mistaken nature never night noble nonsense obscure observed old copy old reading opinion Othello Oxford editor passage passion patience perhaps play poet poor present reading Prince proper quarto quarto reads queen reason Richard III says scene seems sense SHAK Shakspeare Shakspeare wrote Shakspeare's shew signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer speak speech stand STEEV Steevens suppose thee THEOB Theobald thing thou art thought tion true reading understand understood virtue WARB Warburton Winter's Tale word writers wrong
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Pagina 194 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ : this may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison : — Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Bum like the mines of sulphur.
Pagina 2 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Pagina 92 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Pagina 286 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Pagina 218 - Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Pagina 96 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Pagina 8 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly...
Pagina 24 - 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 105 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Pagina 89 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...