The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copies Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq., and Edmond Malone, Esq., with Mr. Malone's Various Readings; a Selection of Explanatory and Historical Notes, from the Most Eminent Commentators; a History of the Stage, and a Life of Shakspeare, Volum 8Longman and Company, 1847 |
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Pàgina 15
... farewell , Cordelia , though unkind : Thou losest here3 , a better where to find . + " It is no more but this ? " - MALONE . 1 tions . 2 with respects , ] i . e . with cautious and prudential considera- - from the entire point ...
... farewell , Cordelia , though unkind : Thou losest here3 , a better where to find . + " It is no more but this ? " - MALONE . 1 tions . 2 with respects , ] i . e . with cautious and prudential considera- - from the entire point ...
Pàgina 16
... farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Use well our father : To your ...
... farewell to your sisters . Cor . The jewels of our father , with wash'd eyes Cordelia leaves you : I know you what you are ; And , like a sister , am most loath to call Your faults , as they are nam'd . Use well our father : To your ...
Pàgina 41
... farewell.- [ Exit EDGAR . Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [ Wounds his arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . - Father ! father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOSTER , and ...
... farewell.- [ Exit EDGAR . Some blood drawn on me would beget opinion [ Wounds his arm . Of my more fierce endeavour : I have seen drunkards Do more than this in sport . - Father ! father ! Stop , stop ! No help ? Enter GLOSTER , and ...
Pàgina 61
... farewell : We'll no more meet , no more see one another : - But yet thou art my flesh , my blood , my daughter ; Or , rather , a disease that's in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil , A plague - sore , an embossed ...
... farewell : We'll no more meet , no more see one another : - But yet thou art my flesh , my blood , my daughter ; Or , rather , a disease that's in my flesh , Which I must needs call mine : thou art a boil , A plague - sore , an embossed ...
Pàgina 82
... Farewell , dear sister ; - farewell , my lord of us . Gloster " . Enter Steward . How now ? Where's the king ? 3 Mark the high noises ; ] Attend to the great events that are approaching , and make thyself known when that false opinion ...
... Farewell , dear sister ; - farewell , my lord of us . Gloster " . Enter Steward . How now ? Where's the king ? 3 Mark the high noises ; ] Attend to the great events that are approaching , and make thyself known when that false opinion ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1805 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare : Accurately Printed from the Text ..., Volum 8 William Shakespeare Visualització completa - 1805 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wilt word
Passatges populars
Pàgina 316 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ?...
Pàgina 198 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Pàgina 326 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor: suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature: for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as '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.
Pàgina 340 - 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.
Pàgina 285 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pàgina 509 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Pàgina 270 - 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. 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!
Pàgina 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Pàgina 431 - Their dearest action in the tented field ; And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle ; And, therefore, little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love ; what drugs, what charms, What conjuration, and what mighty magic, (For such proceeding I am charg'd withal) I won his daughter.
Pàgina 159 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...