The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volum 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Pàgina 72
... madness , keeps aloof , When we would 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 ...
... madness , keeps aloof , When we would 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 ...
Pàgina 78
... madness . There's something in his soul , O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch , and the disclose , Will be some danger : Which for to prevent , I have , in quick determination , Thus set it down ; He ...
... madness . There's something in his soul , O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch , and the disclose , Will be some danger : Which for to prevent , I have , in quick determination , Thus set it down ; He ...
Pàgina 79
... Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Hall in the same . Enter HAMLET , and certain Players . Ham . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounc- ed it to you , trippingly on the tongue : but if you ...
... Madness in great ones must not unwatch'd go . SCENE II . [ Exeunt . A Hall in the same . Enter HAMLET , and certain Players . Ham . Speak the speech , I pray you , as I pronounc- ed it to you , trippingly on the tongue : but if you ...
Pàgina 95
... madness range . Therefore , prepare you ; I your commission will forthwith despatch , And he to England shall along with you : The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us , as doth hourly grow Out of his lunes . Guil . We ...
... madness range . Therefore , prepare you ; I your commission will forthwith despatch , And he to England shall along with you : The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so near us , as doth hourly grow Out of his lunes . Guil . We ...
Pàgina 102
... madness would not err ; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd , But it reserv'd some quantity of choice , To serve in such a difference . What devil was't , That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman - blind ? Eyes without feeling ...
... madness would not err ; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd , But it reserv'd some quantity of choice , To serve in such a difference . What devil was't , That thus hath cozen'd you at hoodman - blind ? Eyes without feeling ...
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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
Passatges populars
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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?
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?