The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 41
... knave . Hor . There needs no ghost , my lord , come from the grave , To tell us this . Ham . Why , right ; you are in the right ; And so , without more circumstance at all , I hold it fit , that we shake hands , and part : You , as your ...
... knave . Hor . There needs no ghost , my lord , come from the grave , To tell us this . Ham . Why , right ; you are in the right ; And so , without more circumstance at all , I hold it fit , that we shake hands , and part : You , as your ...
Pàgina 77
... knaves , all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery . Where's your father ? Oph . At home , my lord . Ham . Let the doors be shut upon him ; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house . Fare- well . Oph . O , help ...
... knaves , all ; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery . Where's your father ? Oph . At home , my lord . Ham . Let the doors be shut upon him ; that he may play the fool no where but in's own house . Fare- well . Oph . O , help ...
Pàgina 108
... most grave , Who was in life a foolish prating knave . Come , sir , to draw toward an end with you : - Good night , mother . [ Exeunt severally ; Hamlet dragging in Polonius . ACT IV . SCENE I. The Same . Enter King 108 HAMLET ,
... most grave , Who was in life a foolish prating knave . Come , sir , to draw toward an end with you : - Good night , mother . [ Exeunt severally ; Hamlet dragging in Polonius . ACT IV . SCENE I. The Same . Enter King 108 HAMLET ,
Pàgina 139
... if I had never been such . [ Throws up a scull . Ham . That scull had a tongue in it , and could sing once : How the knave jowls it to the ground , as if it were Cain's jaw - bone , that did the first PRINCE OF DENMARK . 139.
... if I had never been such . [ Throws up a scull . Ham . That scull had a tongue in it , and could sing once : How the knave jowls it to the ground , as if it were Cain's jaw - bone , that did the first PRINCE OF DENMARK . 139.
Pàgina 140
... knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel , and will not tell him of his action of battery ? Humph ! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land , with his statutes , his recognizances , his fines , his double ...
... knave now to knock him about the sconce with a dirty shovel , and will not tell him of his action of battery ? Humph ! This fellow might be in's time a great buyer of land , with his statutes , his recognizances , his fines , his double ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 1 William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Visualització de fragments - 1806 |
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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
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?