The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear , and ...
... comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear , and ...
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... preparations ; The source of this our watch ; and the chief head Of this post - haste and romage 5 in the land . [ Ber . I think , it be no other , but even so : Well may it sort , that this portentous figure Comes PRINCE OF DENMARK . 13.
... preparations ; The source of this our watch ; and the chief head Of this post - haste and romage 5 in the land . [ Ber . I think , it be no other , but even so : Well may it sort , that this portentous figure Comes PRINCE OF DENMARK . 13.
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... Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was , and is , the question of these wars . Hor . A mote it is , to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome , A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , The ...
... Comes armed through our watch ; so like the king That was , and is , the question of these wars . Hor . A mote it is , to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome , A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , The ...
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... comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then , they say , no spirit dares stir abroad , The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike , No fairy takes , nor which hath ...
... comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then , they say , no spirit dares stir abroad , The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike , No fairy takes , nor which hath ...
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... come ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof , 12 No jocund health , that Denmark drinks to - day , But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king's rouse the heaven shall ...
... come ; This gentle and unforc'd accord of Hamlet Sits smiling to my heart : in grace whereof , 12 No jocund health , that Denmark drinks to - day , But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king's rouse the heaven shall ...
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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
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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?
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?