The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Zväzok 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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Strana 3
... true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself . Such was the very armour he had on , When he th ' ambitious Norway combated . So frown'd he once , when , in an angry PRINCE OF DENMARK . 3.
... true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself . Such was the very armour he had on , When he th ' ambitious Norway combated . So frown'd he once , when , in an angry PRINCE OF DENMARK . 3.
Strana 13
... true and good , The apparition comes . I knew your father ; These hands are not more like . Ham . But where was this ? Mar. My lord , upon the platform where we watch'd . Ham . Did you not speak to it ? Hor . My lord , I did , But ...
... true and good , The apparition comes . I knew your father ; These hands are not more like . Ham . But where was this ? Mar. My lord , upon the platform where we watch'd . Ham . Did you not speak to it ? Hor . My lord , I did , But ...
Strana 17
... true ; And it must follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell : my blessing season this in thee ! Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants ...
... true ; And it must follow , as the night the day , Thou canst not then be false to any man . Farewell : my blessing season this in thee ! Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants ...
Strana 18
... true pay , Which are not sterling . Tender yourself more dearly ; Or , not to crack the wind of the poor phrase , Wronging it thus , you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol ...
... true pay , Which are not sterling . Tender yourself more dearly ; Or , not to crack the wind of the poor phrase , Wronging it thus , you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol ...
Strana 26
... , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true- Come on , - penny ? you hear this fellow in the cellarage , - Consent to swear . Hor . Propose the oath , my lord . Ham . Never to speak of this that you have 26 26 HAMLET ,
... , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true- Come on , - penny ? you hear this fellow in the cellarage , - Consent to swear . Hor . Propose the oath , my lord . Ham . Never to speak of this that you have 26 26 HAMLET ,
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Strana 54 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise ; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant ; it out-herods Herod : pray you avoid it.
Strana 54 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Strana 55 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Strana 11 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Strana 501 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Strana 161 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth.
Strana 100 - Alas, poor Yorick! — I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy, he hath 'borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. — Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Strana 346 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 129 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Strana 54 - 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.