The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 10 |
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Стр. 154
O heaven ! Ghost . Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder . Ham . Murder ?
Ghost . Murder most foul , as in the best it is ; But this most foul , strange , and
unnatural . 3 Display . Ham . Haste me to know it ; that I 154 HAMLET , Act 1 .
O heaven ! Ghost . Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder . Ham . Murder ?
Ghost . Murder most foul , as in the best it is ; But this most foul , strange , and
unnatural . 3 Display . Ham . Haste me to know it ; that I 154 HAMLET , Act 1 .
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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 my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye
upon't ...
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 my heart with words , And fall a cursing , like a very drab , A scullion ! Fye
upon't ...
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Rod . O , I am slain ! [ Iago rushes from his post , cuts Cassio behind in the Leg ,
and exit . Cas . I am maim'd for ever : —Help , ho ! murder ! murder ! [ Falls . Enter
OTHELLO , at a distance . Oth . The voice of Cassio : -- Iago keeps his word .
Rod . O , I am slain ! [ Iago rushes from his post , cuts Cassio behind in the Leg ,
and exit . Cas . I am maim'd for ever : —Help , ho ! murder ! murder ! [ Falls . Enter
OTHELLO , at a distance . Oth . The voice of Cassio : -- Iago keeps his word .
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Then murder's out of tune , And sweet revenge grows harsh . Des . O , falsely ,
falsely murder'd ! Emil . Alas ! what cry is that ? Oth . That ! what ? Emil . Out , and
alas ! that was my lady's voice :Help ! help , ho ! help ! - lady , speak again !
Then murder's out of tune , And sweet revenge grows harsh . Des . O , falsely ,
falsely murder'd ! Emil . Alas ! what cry is that ? Oth . That ! what ? Emil . Out , and
alas ! that was my lady's voice :Help ! help , ho ! help ! - lady , speak again !
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The Moor has kill'd my mistress ; Murder ! murder ! ! Enter , MONTANO ,
GRATIANO , and IAGO . Mon. What is the matter ! -How now , general ? Emil . O ,
are you.come , Iago ? you have done well , That men must lay their murders on
your ...
The Moor has kill'd my mistress ; Murder ! murder ! ! Enter , MONTANO ,
GRATIANO , and IAGO . Mon. What is the matter ! -How now , general ? Emil . O ,
are you.come , Iago ? you have done well , That men must lay their murders on
your ...
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Attendants bear better blood bring CAPULET Cassio comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona dost doth earth Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear follow fortune friar give gone Hamlet hand hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio hour husband I'll Iago Juliet keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madam marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Nurse Othello play poor pray Queen Romeo SCENE seen sleep soul speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thank thee thing thou thou art thou hast thought to-night true Tybalt villain watch wife young
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Стр. 192 - 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.
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| Название | The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, Том 10 The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the Corrected Copy Left by the Late George Steevens, Esq. ; with Glossarial Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Автор | William Shakespeare |
| Издатель | J. Johnson, 1803 |
| Владелец оригинала: | Нью-Йоркская публичная библиотека |
| Оцифровано | 28 дек 2006 |
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