The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, Volum 14Henry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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Pàgina 41
... blood of man , That , swift as quicksilver , it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And , with a sudden vigor , it doth posset And curd , like eager 2 droppings into milk , The thin and wholesome blood : so did it ...
... blood of man , That , swift as quicksilver , it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And , with a sudden vigor , it doth posset And curd , like eager 2 droppings into milk , The thin and wholesome blood : so did it ...
Pàgina 48
... A savageness 1 in unreclaimed blood , Of general assault . Rey . But , my good lord , - Po . Wherefore should you do this ? For wildness . * Such as youth in general is liable to . Ay , my lord , Rey . I would know 48 ACT II . HAMLET ,
... A savageness 1 in unreclaimed blood , Of general assault . Rey . But , my good lord , - Po . Wherefore should you do this ? For wildness . * Such as youth in general is liable to . Ay , my lord , Rey . I would know 48 ACT II . HAMLET ,
Pàgina 71
... blood of fathers , mothers , daughters , sons ; Baked and impasted with the parching streets , That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their lord's murder : roasted in wrath and fire . And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore , With ...
... blood of fathers , mothers , daughters , sons ; Baked and impasted with the parching streets , That lend a tyrannous and a damned light To their lord's murder : roasted in wrath and fire . And thus o'ersized with coagulate gore , With ...
Pàgina 88
... blood and judgment are so well co - mingled , 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 ...
... blood and judgment are so well co - mingled , 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 ...
Pàgina 102
... blood , And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on . Soft ; now to my mother.- O , heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural . I will speak ...
... blood , And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on . Soft ; now to my mother.- O , heart , lose not thy nature ; let not ever The soul of Nero enter this firm bosom : Let me be cruel , not unnatural . I will speak ...
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Clown Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emilia Enter HAMLET Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras fortune foul gentlemen Ghost give grace grief Guil hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither hold honest honor Horatio husband Iago kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look madam madness marry matter Michael Cassio mistress Moor mother murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia play players poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Queen revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE SHAK signior sings soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night tongue trumpet twas Venice villain what's wife
Passatges populars
Pàgina 80 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pàgina 16 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes ', nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Pàgina 63 - O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Pàgina 39 - 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, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Pàgina 75 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ?...
Pàgina 65 - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Pàgina 85 - 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 101 - 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 31 - Neither a borrower nor a lender be: For loan oft loses both itself and friend; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — to thine own self be true; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Pàgina 126 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake.