The works of Shakespear, with a glossary, pr. from the Oxford ed. in quarto, 1744 [by Sir T.Hanmer]. |
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... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . Griefs of mine own lye heavy in my breaft Which thou wilt propagate to have them preft With more of thine ; this love that thou haft fhewn Doth add more grief to too much of ...
... heart , at what ? Ben . At thy good heart's oppreffion . Rom . Griefs of mine own lye heavy in my breaft Which thou wilt propagate to have them preft With more of thine ; this love that thou haft fhewn Doth add more grief to too much of ...
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... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lyes my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
... heart , My will to her confent is but a part ; If the agree , within her fcope of choice Lyes my confent , and fair according voice : This night , I hold an old accuftom'd feaft , Whereto I have invited many a guest , Such as I love ...
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... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rushes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grand - fire phrafe ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . I dreamt a dream to - night . Mer . And fo did I. Rom . Well ; what was yours ? Mer . That ...
... heart , Tickle the fenfelefs rushes with their heels ; For I am proverb'd with a grand - fire phrafe ; I'll be a candle - holder , and look on . I dreamt a dream to - night . Mer . And fo did I. Rom . Well ; what was yours ? Mer . That ...
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... heart love ' till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Mountague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the lave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To ...
... heart love ' till now ? forfwear it , fight ; I never faw true beauty ' till this night . Tyb . This by his voice fhould be a Mountague . Fetch me my rapier , boy : what ! dares the lave Come hither cover'd with an antick face , To ...
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... hearts ! Tyb . Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting , Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting . I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall , Now feeming fweet , convert to bitter gall . Rom . If I prophane with my ...
... hearts ! Tyb . Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting , Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting . I will withdraw ; but this intrusion shall , Now feeming fweet , convert to bitter gall . Rom . If I prophane with my ...
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Стр. 118 - ... 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 vapours.
Стр. 198 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Стр. 125 - To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Стр. 129 - I am myself indifferent honest; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious ; with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape or time to act them in.
Стр. 124 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—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 ? and...
Стр. 198 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Стр. 154 - I'll be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt all except HAMLET 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.
Стр. 102 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.
Стр. 55 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Стр. 223 - I will ask him for my place again; he shall tell me I am a drunkard! Had I as many mouths as Hydra, such an answer would stop them all. To be now a sensible man, by and by a fool, and presently a beast! O strange! Every inordinate cup is unblessed and the ingredient is a devil. lago. Come, come; good wine is a good familiar creature if it be well used; exclaim no more against it.