The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare: In Ten Volumes: Collated Verbatim with the Most Authentick Copies, and Revised; with the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added, an Essay on the Chronological Order of His Plays; an Essay Relative to Shakspeare and Jonson; a Dissertation on the Three Parts of King Henry VI; an Historical Account of the English Stage; and Notes; by Edmond Malone, Volum 9 |
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Pàgina 288
In the reigns of Elizabeth and James ( particularly in the former ) there was more
illiberal private abuse and peevith satire published , than in any others I ever
knew of , except the present one . I have many of these publications , which were
...
In the reigns of Elizabeth and James ( particularly in the former ) there was more
illiberal private abuse and peevith satire published , than in any others I ever
knew of , except the present one . I have many of these publications , which were
...
Pàgina 304
... a few years before the writing of the present play , she was entertained on the
24th and 26th of September , with the representaPol . That did I , my lord : and
was tion 3 ° 4 H A M L E T , NIUS,OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,GUILDENSTERN, .
..
... a few years before the writing of the present play , she was entertained on the
24th and 26th of September , with the representaPol . That did I , my lord : and
was tion 3 ° 4 H A M L E T , NIUS,OPHELIA, ROSENCRANTZ,GUILDENSTERN, .
..
Pàgina 471
And , till the come , as truly ' as to heaven I do confefs 2 the vices of my blood , So
juftly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she
in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father Lov'd me ; oft invited me ; ftill ...
And , till the come , as truly ' as to heaven I do confefs 2 the vices of my blood , So
juftly to your grave ears I'll present How I did thrive in this fair lady's love , And she
in mine . Duke . Say it , Othello . Oth . Her father Lov'd me ; oft invited me ; ftill ...
Pàgina 479
Hath made the finty and steel couch of war My thrice - driven bed of down + : I do
agnizes A natural and prompt alacrity , I find in hardness ; and do undertake
These present wars * against the Ottomites . Most humbly therefore bending to
your ...
Hath made the finty and steel couch of war My thrice - driven bed of down + : I do
agnizes A natural and prompt alacrity , I find in hardness ; and do undertake
These present wars * against the Ottomites . Most humbly therefore bending to
your ...
Pàgina 520
A similar mistake has happened in the present scene , where in the original copy
we find , “ Have you forgot all place of sense and duty ? " instead of ma'l sense of
place and duty . I may venture to affert with confidence , that no editor of Shaka ...
A similar mistake has happened in the present scene , where in the original copy
we find , “ Have you forgot all place of sense and duty ? " instead of ma'l sense of
place and duty . I may venture to affert with confidence , that no editor of Shaka ...
Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
Frases i termes més freqüents
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 392 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Pàgina 88 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Pàgina 391 - 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? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Pàgina 319 - 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 343 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work ; For 'tis the sport to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon : O, 'tis most sweet, When in one line two crafts directly meet.
Pàgina 101 - Give me my 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 198 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly : these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within which passeth show ; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Pàgina 41 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid ; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pàgina 226 - 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...
Pàgina 258 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. To me it is a prison.