The Dramatic Writings of Will. Shakespeare: With Introductory Prefaces to Each Play : Printed Complete from the Best EditionsR. Morison Junr., 1798 |
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Pàgina 11
... hour of confidence and festivity by producing the severest of all cenfures on one of his company . I am unwilling , in fhort , to think he could fo wantonly and fo publickly have expreffed his doubts concerning the falvation of one of ...
... hour of confidence and festivity by producing the severest of all cenfures on one of his company . I am unwilling , in fhort , to think he could fo wantonly and fo publickly have expreffed his doubts concerning the falvation of one of ...
Pàgina 3
... hour . Ber . ' Tis now ftruck twelve ; get thee to - bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . • Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Not a mouse stirring . Ber . Well ...
... hour . Ber . ' Tis now ftruck twelve ; get thee to - bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am fick at heart . • Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Not a mouse stirring . Ber . Well ...
Pàgina 5
... fmote the fledded Polack on the ice.- ' Tis ftrange . Mar. Thus , twice before , and just at this dead hour , With martial stalk he hath gone by our watch . A 3 Hor . Hor . In what particular thought to work , I Aa I. 5 HAMLET.
... fmote the fledded Polack on the ice.- ' Tis ftrange . Mar. Thus , twice before , and just at this dead hour , With martial stalk he hath gone by our watch . A 3 Hor . Hor . In what particular thought to work , I Aa I. 5 HAMLET.
Pàgina 11
... hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy beft graces spend it at thy will.- But now my coufin , Hamlet , and my fon , - Ham . A little more than kin , and less than kind . [ Afide . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ...
... hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy beft graces spend it at thy will.- But now my coufin , Hamlet , and my fon , - Ham . A little more than kin , and less than kind . [ Afide . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ...
Pàgina 22
... . The air bites fhrewdly ; it is very cold . Hor . It is a nipping and an eager air . Ham . What hour now ? Hor . I think it lacks of twelve . Mar. No , it has ftruck . Hor . Hor . Indeed ! I heard it not ; it 22 A & I HAMLET .
... . The air bites fhrewdly ; it is very cold . Hor . It is a nipping and an eager air . Ham . What hour now ? Hor . I think it lacks of twelve . Mar. No , it has ftruck . Hor . Hor . Indeed ! I heard it not ; it 22 A & I HAMLET .
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 23 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth,— wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin,— By the o'ergrowth of some complexion...
Pàgina 73 - 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...
Pàgina 39 - tis better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
Pàgina 71 - This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream that must for ever hide me.
Pàgina 92 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Pàgina 92 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say ' This thing's to do;' Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Pàgina 2 - Heaven doth with us, as we with torches do ; Not light them for themselves : for if our virtues Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike As if we had them not.
Pàgina 56 - I'll tent him to the quick. If he but blench, I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil ; and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape ; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, As he is very potent with such spirits, Abuses me to damn me. I'll have grounds More relative than this: the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.
Pàgina 54 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Pàgina 28 - Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest. But, howsoever thou pursuest this act, Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught: leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.