Hamlet. OthelloL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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... villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables : 3 - meet it is , I set it down , 1 Head . • Memorandums . 2 Sayings , sentences . That one may smile , and smile , and be 42 ACT I. HAMLET ,
... villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables : 3 - meet it is , I set it down , 1 Head . • Memorandums . 2 Sayings , sentences . That one may smile , and smile , and be 42 ACT I. HAMLET ,
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William Shakespeare. That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I am sure , it may be so in Denmark ... villain , dwelling in all Denmark , But he's an arrant knave . Ho . There needs no ghost , my lord , come from the ...
William Shakespeare. That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I am sure , it may be so in Denmark ... villain , dwelling in all Denmark , But he's an arrant knave . Ho . There needs no ghost , my lord , come from the ...
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... 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 ? Who does me this ? Ha ! 1 i . e . the ear of all mankind . 2 ...
... 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 ? Who does me this ? Ha ! 1 i . e . the ear of all mankind . 2 ...
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... villain ! Remorseless , treacherous , lecherous , kindless 1 vil- lain ! Why , what an ass am I ! This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack ...
... villain ! Remorseless , treacherous , lecherous , kindless 1 vil- lain ! Why , what an ass am I ! This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack ...
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... villain kills my father ; and , for that , I , his sole son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this is hire and salary , not revenge . He took my father grossly , full of bread ; With all his crimes broad blown , as flush as ...
... villain kills my father ; and , for that , I , his sole son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this is hire and salary , not revenge . He took my father grossly , full of bread ; With all his crimes broad blown , as flush as ...
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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 never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia OSRIC 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
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Сторінка 202 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Сторінка 110 - 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. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
Сторінка 35 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners...
Сторінка 39 - What? Ghost I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
Сторінка 77 - 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.
Сторінка 23 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears - why she, even she (O God!
Сторінка 163 - But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; For, by the image of my cause, I see The portraiture of his : I'll court his favours : But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.
Сторінка 75 - Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Сторінка 87 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Сторінка 37 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.