The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added NotesT. Longman, 1793 |
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... father . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Gertrude , Queen of Denmark , and mother of Hamlet . Ophelia , daughter of Polonius . Lords , Ladies , Officers , Soldiers , Players , Grave- diggers , Sailors , Meffengers , and other Attendants ...
... father . Fortinbras , Prince of Norway . Gertrude , Queen of Denmark , and mother of Hamlet . Ophelia , daughter of Polonius . Lords , Ladies , Officers , Soldiers , Players , Grave- diggers , Sailors , Meffengers , and other Attendants ...
Strana 15
... father loft : And this , I take it , Is the main motive of our preparations ; The fource of this our watch ; and the chief head Of this poft - haste and romage in the land . [ BER . I think , ' it be no other , but even so : Well may it ...
... father loft : And this , I take it , Is the main motive of our preparations ; The fource of this our watch ; and the chief head Of this poft - haste and romage in the land . [ BER . I think , ' it be no other , but even so : Well may it ...
Strana 26
... father , with all bands of law , To our most valiant brother . - So much for him . Now for ourself , and for this time of meeting . Thus much the bufinefs is : We have here writ To Norway , uncle of young Fortinbras , - Who , impotent ...
... father , with all bands of law , To our most valiant brother . - So much for him . Now for ourself , and for this time of meeting . Thus much the bufinefs is : We have here writ To Norway , uncle of young Fortinbras , - Who , impotent ...
Strana 27
... to extend him , " & c . MALONE . Surely , all fuch defects in our author , were merely the errors of illiterate tranfcribers or printers . STEEVENS . Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . PRINCE OF DENMARK . 27.
... to extend him , " & c . MALONE . Surely , all fuch defects in our author , were merely the errors of illiterate tranfcribers or printers . STEEVENS . Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . PRINCE OF DENMARK . 27.
Strana 28
... father . What would it thou have , Laertes ? LAER . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From ... father's leave ? What says Polonius ? PCL . He hath , my lord , [ wrung from me my slow leave , By labourfome ...
... father . What would it thou have , Laertes ? LAER . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From ... father's leave ? What says Polonius ? PCL . He hath , my lord , [ wrung from me my slow leave , By labourfome ...
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Strana 189 - 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...
Strana 32 - ... 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.
Strana 45 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Strana 74 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Strana 44 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. 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-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Strana 29 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Strana 191 - 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.
Strana 153 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Strana 511 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Strana 197 - I'll look up;] My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?