The Works of William Shakespeare: Hamlet. King Lear. Othello. Antony & Cleopatra. CymbelineBernhard Tauchnitz, 1868 |
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... sword . Mar. Ham . Indeed , upon my sword , indeed . Ghost . [ beneath ] Swear . Ham . Ah , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true- Come on , - penny ? you hear this fellow in the cellarage , - Consent to swear . Hor ...
... sword . Mar. Ham . Indeed , upon my sword , indeed . Ghost . [ beneath ] Swear . Ham . Ah , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true- Come on , - penny ? you hear this fellow in the cellarage , - Consent to swear . Hor ...
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William Shakespeare. And lay your hands again upon my sword : Never to speak of this that you have heard , Swear by my sword . Ghost . [ beneath ] Swear . Ham . Well said , old mole ! canst work i ' th ' earth so fast ? A worthy pioner ...
William Shakespeare. And lay your hands again upon my sword : Never to speak of this that you have heard , Swear by my sword . Ghost . [ beneath ] Swear . Ham . Well said , old mole ! canst work i ' th ' earth so fast ? A worthy pioner ...
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... sword , Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command : unequal match'd , Pyrrhus at Priam drives ; in rage strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword Th ' unnerved father falls . Then senseless ...
... sword , Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command : unequal match'd , Pyrrhus at Priam drives ; in rage strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword Th ' unnerved father falls . Then senseless ...
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... sword , Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam , seem'd i ' th ' air to stick : So , as a painted tyrant , Pyrrhus stood ; And , like a neutral to his will and matter , Did nothing . But , as we often see , against some ...
... sword , Which was declining on the milky head Of reverend Priam , seem'd i ' th ' air to stick : So , as a painted tyrant , Pyrrhus stood ; And , like a neutral to his will and matter , Did nothing . But , as we often see , against some ...
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... sword her husband's limbs , The instant burst of clamour that she made Unless things mortal move them not at all · Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . " - 14 Pol . Look , whêr he has not turned ...
... sword her husband's limbs , The instant burst of clamour that she made Unless things mortal move them not at all · Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . " - 14 Pol . Look , whêr he has not turned ...
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Стр. 46 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ?...
Стр. 54 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature : for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Стр. 40 - I have of late (but wherefore, I know not) lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.
Стр. 22 - 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...
Стр. 56 - As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks: and bless'd are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled , That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave , and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Стр. 170 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 51 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Стр. 268 - 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. 207 - I'll kneel down, And ask of thee forgiveness : so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news ; and we'll talk with them too, Who loses and who wins ; who's in, who's out ; And take...
Стр. 20 - That thou, dead corse, again, in c6mplete 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?