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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... dost thou , Guilden- stern ? Ah , Rosencrantz ! Good lads , how do ye both ? Ros . As the indifferent children of the earth . Guil . Happy , in that we are not overhȧppy ; On fortune's cap we are not the very button . Ham . Nor the ...
... dost thou , Guilden- stern ? Ah , Rosencrantz ! Good lads , how do ye both ? Ros . As the indifferent children of the earth . Guil . Happy , in that we are not overhȧppy ; On fortune's cap we are not the very button . Ham . Nor the ...
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... Dost thou hear me , old friend ? can you play the murder of Gon- zago ? 1 Play . Ay , my lord . Ham . We'll have it to - morrow night . You could , for a need , study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and ...
... Dost thou hear me , old friend ? can you play the murder of Gon- zago ? 1 Play . Ay , my lord . Ham . We'll have it to - morrow night . You could , for a need , study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and ...
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... dost marry , I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry : be thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Get thee to a nunnery ; farewell . Or , if thou wilt needs marry , marry a fool , for wise men know ...
... dost marry , I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry : be thou as chaste as ice , as pure as snow , thou shalt not escape calumny . Get thee to a nunnery ; farewell . Or , if thou wilt needs marry , marry a fool , for wise men know ...
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... Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish , her election Hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing ; A man , that fortune's ...
... Dost thou hear ? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish , her election Hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou hast been As one , in suffering all , that suffers nothing ; A man , that fortune's ...
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... dost know , O Damon dear ! This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself ; and now reigns here A very , very - peacock . You might have rhymed . Ham . O good Horatio ! I'll take the ghost's word for a thou- sand pound . Didst perceive ? Hor ...
... dost know , O Damon dear ! This realm dismantled was Of Jove himself ; and now reigns here A very , very - peacock . You might have rhymed . Ham . O good Horatio ! I'll take the ghost's word for a thou- sand pound . Didst perceive ? Hor ...
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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.