The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volum 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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Pàgina 8
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation , Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation , Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
Pàgina 15
... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
Pàgina 16
... Laer . O ! fear me not . I stay too long ; but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ? aboard , aboard , for shame ! The wind sits in ...
... Laer . O ! fear me not . I stay too long ; but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet here , Laertes ? aboard , aboard , for shame ! The wind sits in ...
Pàgina 17
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants tend . Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . ' T is in my memory lock'd , And you yourself shall ...
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you : go ; your servants tend . Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . ' T is in my memory lock'd , And you yourself shall ...
Pàgina 85
... Laer . Where is this king ? - Sirs , stand you all without . Dan . No , let's come in . Laer . Dan . We will , we will . I pray you , give me leave . [ They retire without the Door . Laer . I thank you : keep the door . Give me my ...
... Laer . Where is this king ? - Sirs , stand you all without . Dan . No , let's come in . Laer . Dan . We will , we will . I pray you , give me leave . [ They retire without the Door . Laer . I thank you : keep the door . Give me my ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.