The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Volumen15C. and A. Conrad, 1809 |
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... honour . " i . e . honourable death . Steevens . Puttenham , in his Art of Poesie , speaks of The Figure of Twynnes : " horses and barbes , for barbed horses , venim and dartes , for venim- ous dartes , " & c . Farmer . - law , and ...
... honour . " i . e . honourable death . Steevens . Puttenham , in his Art of Poesie , speaks of The Figure of Twynnes : " horses and barbes , for barbed horses , venim and dartes , for venim- ous dartes , " & c . Farmer . - law , and ...
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... honour'd lord , ' tis true ; And we did think it writ down in our duty , To let you know of it . Ham . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold you the watch to - night ? All . Ham . Arm'd , say you ? All . We do , my lord ...
... honour'd lord , ' tis true ; And we did think it writ down in our duty , To let you know of it . Ham . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold you the watch to - night ? All . Ham . Arm'd , say you ? All . We do , my lord ...
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... honour . Ham . Your loves , as mine to you : Farewel . [ Exeunt HOR . MAR . and BER . My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well ; I doubt some foul play : ' would , the night were come ! Till then sit still , my soul : Foul deeds ...
... honour . Ham . Your loves , as mine to you : Farewel . [ Exeunt HOR . MAR . and BER . My father's spirit in arms ! all is not well ; I doubt some foul play : ' would , the night were come ! Till then sit still , my soul : Foul deeds ...
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... honour may sustain , If with too credent ear you list his songs ; Or lose your heart ; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity . Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your ...
... honour may sustain , If with too credent ear you list his songs ; Or lose your heart ; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity . Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your ...
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... honour : What is between you ? give me up the truth . Oph . He hath , my lord , of late , made many tenders Of his affection to me . Pol . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted in such perilous circumstance . Do you ...
... honour : What is between you ? give me up the truth . Oph . He hath , my lord , of late , made many tenders Of his affection to me . Pol . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted in such perilous circumstance . Do you ...
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Página 166 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Página 271 - 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.
Página 59 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 83 - Madam, I swear, I use no art at all. That he is mad, 'tis true: 'tis true, 'tis pity; And pity 'tis, 'tis true: a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect; For this effect, defective, comes by cause: Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Página 247 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it: As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Página 12 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets : As stars with trains of fire and dews of blood, Disasters in the sun, and the moist star, Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands, Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse...
Página 204 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
Página 138 - 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.
Página 62 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Página 203 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.