The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 14
... hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O ...
... hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O ...
Pàgina 15
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Or , if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which , they say , you spirits oft walk in death , [ Cock crows . Speak of it : -stay , and ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Or , if thou hast uphoarded in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which , they say , you spirits oft walk in death , [ Cock crows . Speak of it : -stay , and ...
Pàgina 29
... hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new - hatch'd , unfledg'd comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but , being in , Bear it that the ...
... hast , and their adoption tried , Grapple them to thy soul with hooks of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new - hatch'd , unfledg'd comrade . Beware Of entrance to a quarrel ; but , being in , Bear it that the ...
Pàgina 39
... hast nature in thee , bear it not ; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest . But , howsoever thou pursu'st this act , Taint not thy mind , nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her ...
... hast nature in thee , bear it not ; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest . But , howsoever thou pursu'st this act , Taint not thy mind , nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her ...
Pàgina 50
... , amen ! [ Exeunt Rosencrantz , Guildenstern , and some At- tendants . Enter POLONIUS . Pol . The embassadors from Norway , my good lord , Are joyfully return'd . King . Thou still hast been the father of good 50 HAMLET ,
... , amen ! [ Exeunt Rosencrantz , Guildenstern , and some At- tendants . Enter POLONIUS . Pol . The embassadors from Norway , my good lord , Are joyfully return'd . King . Thou still hast been the father of good 50 HAMLET ,
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?