The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Zväzok 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Strana 9
... live the king ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . ' Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart ...
... live the king ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . ' Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart ...
Strana 19
... live , must die , Passing through 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 ...
... live , must die , Passing through 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 ...
Strana 24
... motion , like as it would speak : But , even then , the morning cock crew loud ; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away , And vanish'd from our sight . Ham . ' Tis very strange . Hor . As I do live , my honour'd lord 24 HAMLET ,
... motion , like as it would speak : But , even then , the morning cock crew loud ; And at the sound it shrunk in haste away , And vanish'd from our sight . Ham . ' Tis very strange . Hor . As I do live , my honour'd lord 24 HAMLET ,
Strana 25
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Hor . As I do live , my honour'd lord , ' tis true ; And we did think it writ down in our duty , To let you know of it . Ham . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Hor . As I do live , my honour'd lord , ' tis true ; And we did think it writ down in our duty , To let you know of it . Ham . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold ...
Strana 39
... 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 . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 39.
... 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 . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 39.
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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
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Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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?
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?