Shakspearian Reader: A Collection of the Most Approved Plays of Shakspeare; Carefully Revised, with Introductory Notes, and a Memoir of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1857 - 469 strán (strany) |
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Strana 16
... Rest , rest , perturbed spirit ! So , gentlemen , With all my love I do commend me to you : And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do , to express his love and friending to you , God willing , shall not lack . Let us go in together ...
... Rest , rest , perturbed spirit ! So , gentlemen , With all my love I do commend me to you : And what so poor a man as Hamlet is May do , to express his love and friending to you , God willing , shall not lack . Let us go in together ...
Strana 18
... rest here in our court Some little time : so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures ; and to gather , Whether aught , to us unknown , afflicts him thus , That , open'd , lies within our remedy . Queen . Good gentlemen , he hath ...
... rest here in our court Some little time : so by your companies To draw him on to pleasures ; and to gather , Whether aught , to us unknown , afflicts him thus , That , open'd , lies within our remedy . Queen . Good gentlemen , he hath ...
Strana 23
... rest of this soon.- Good my lord , will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear , let them be well used ; for they are the abstract , and brief chronicles , of the time : After your death you were better have a bad epitaph ...
... rest of this soon.- Good my lord , will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear , let them be well used ; for they are the abstract , and brief chronicles , of the time : After your death you were better have a bad epitaph ...
Strana 35
... his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd , Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults , To give in evidence . What then ? what rests ? Try what repentance can : What can it not ? Yet what can it , when one cannot repent ? HAMLET . 35.
... his true nature ; and we ourselves compell'd , Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults , To give in evidence . What then ? what rests ? Try what repentance can : What can it not ? Yet what can it , when one cannot repent ? HAMLET . 35.
Strana 46
... rest her soul , she's dead . Ham . How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card , or equivocation will undo us . By the lord , Horatio , these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked , that the toe of ...
... rest her soul , she's dead . Ham . How absolute the knave is ! we must speak by the card , or equivocation will undo us . By the lord , Horatio , these three years I have taken note of it ; the age is grown so picked , that the toe of ...
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1st Clo Antonio art thou Attendants Banquo Benedick blood Brabantio brother Brutus Cæsar Casca Cassius Claud Claudio daughter dead dear death Demetrius Desdemona Dogb dost thou doth ducats Duke Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father Faul FAULCONBRIDGE fear fool gentle give grace Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven Hermia hither honor Iago Isab Julius Cæsar Kent king lady Laer Laertes Lear Leonato live look lord lov'd Lysander Macb Macbeth Macd madam Mark Antony marry master Michael Cassio Mira never night noble Nurse Orlando Othello Pedro POLONIUS poor pray prince Queen Romeo Rosalind SCENE Shakspeare Shylock signior sleep soul speak spirit strange sweet tell thee thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thou shalt tongue Tybalt word
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Strana 27 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn...
Strana 344 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strana 442 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 328 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Strana 29 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Strana 34 - Why look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me. You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass ; and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak '. 'Sblood ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strana 116 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 125 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Strana 25 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Strana 37 - Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. 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.