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... scenes of Shakespeare embrace so great a variety and vast extent of matter , and talent and intelligence are so very variously and unequally distributed , that to adjust exactly the " too much or too little , " is utterly impracticable ...
... scenes of Shakespeare embrace so great a variety and vast extent of matter , and talent and intelligence are so very variously and unequally distributed , that to adjust exactly the " too much or too little , " is utterly impracticable ...
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... scenes , & c . from the current edition of Mr. Reed , and had that edition in our eye throughout , we have adopted a large portion of its notes ; as we have also many of the observations and illustrations of subsequent writers . The ...
... scenes , & c . from the current edition of Mr. Reed , and had that edition in our eye throughout , we have adopted a large portion of its notes ; as we have also many of the observations and illustrations of subsequent writers . The ...
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... scenes , it is our purpose , consulting the convenience and habits of our readers , to follow the current edition , that of Johnson and Steevens , by Reed ; as is done in the present specimen . Licentious and conjectural emendation has ...
... scenes , it is our purpose , consulting the convenience and habits of our readers , to follow the current edition , that of Johnson and Steevens , by Reed ; as is done in the present specimen . Licentious and conjectural emendation has ...
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... and mother of Hamlet . Ophelia , daughter of Polonius . Lords , Ladies , Officers , Soldiers , Players , Grave- diggers , Sailors , Messengers , and other Attend- ants . SCENE , Elsinore . ९ HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ACT I. SCENE.
... and mother of Hamlet . Ophelia , daughter of Polonius . Lords , Ladies , Officers , Soldiers , Players , Grave- diggers , Sailors , Messengers , and other Attend- ants . SCENE , Elsinore . ९ HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ACT I. SCENE.
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A Specimen of a New Edition of Shakespeare William Shakespeare Thomas Caldecott. ९ HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ACT I. SCENE I.
A Specimen of a New Edition of Shakespeare William Shakespeare Thomas Caldecott. ९ HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ACT I. SCENE I.
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Сторінка 159 - 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Сторінка 93 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Сторінка 143 - ... 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 ? 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. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that, my lord...
Сторінка 63 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Сторінка 114 - The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Сторінка 40 - Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
Сторінка 93 - I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder?' That cannot be; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition, and my queen. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence?
Сторінка 26 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Сторінка 64 - I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Сторінка 64 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.