The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Том 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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... Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee . I'll call thee , Hamlet , King , Father , Royal Dane : O ! answer me ...
... Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee . I'll call thee , Hamlet , King , Father , Royal Dane : O ! answer me ...
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... and gentle Rosencrantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son . Go , some of you , ― And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is . Guil . Heavens make our presence , and our practices 32 32 HAMLET ,
... and gentle Rosencrantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son . Go , some of you , ― And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is . Guil . Heavens make our presence , and our practices 32 32 HAMLET ,
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... bring them in . He tells me , my dear Gertrude , he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper . Queen . I doubt , it is no other but the main ; His father's death , and our o'erhasty marriage . [ Exit POLONIUS . Re ...
... bring them in . He tells me , my dear Gertrude , he hath found The head and source of all your son's distemper . Queen . I doubt , it is no other but the main ; His father's death , and our o'erhasty marriage . [ Exit POLONIUS . Re ...
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... bring him on to some confession Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? Ros . Most like a gentleman . Guil . But with much forcing of his disposition . Ros . Niggard of question ; but , of our demands , Most free in his ...
... bring him on to some confession Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? Ros . Most like a gentleman . Guil . But with much forcing of his disposition . Ros . Niggard of question ; but , of our demands , Most free in his ...
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... bring him to his wonted way again , To both your honours . Oph . Madam , I wish it may . [ Exit Queen . Pol . Ophelia , walk you here . — Gracious , so please you , We will bestow ourselves . - Read on this book ; [ TO OPHELIA . That ...
... bring him to his wonted way again , To both your honours . Oph . Madam , I wish it may . [ Exit Queen . Pol . Ophelia , walk you here . — Gracious , so please you , We will bestow ourselves . - Read on this book ; [ TO OPHELIA . That ...
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Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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?
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.