The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... fear , and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march ...
... fear , and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march ...
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... fear - surprized eyes , Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; And I with them , the third night ...
... fear - surprized eyes , Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; And I with them , the third night ...
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... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own ; For he himself is subject to his birth : He may not , as unvalued persons do , Carve for himself ; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of the whole state ; And ...
... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own ; For he himself is subject to his birth : He may not , as unvalued persons do , Carve for himself ; for on his choice depends The safety and the health of the whole state ; And ...
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. To his unmaster'd importunity . Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest 18 ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. To his unmaster'd importunity . Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest 18 ...
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... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again ; -I'll follow it . Hor . What , if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the ...
... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again ; -I'll follow it . Hor . What , if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the ...
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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
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?