The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... gifts , that have the power So to seduce ! ) won to his shameful lust · The will of my most seeming - virtuous queen : O , Hamlet , what a falling - off was there ! From me , whose love was of that dignity , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 37.
... gifts , that have the power So to seduce ! ) won to his shameful lust · The will of my most seeming - virtuous queen : O , Hamlet , what a falling - off was there ! From me , whose love was of that dignity , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 37.
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... brother's hand , Of life , of crown , of queen , at once despatch'd : Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin , Unhousel'd , disappointed , unanel'd 3 ° ; Painted by Leuther ups R. 1 SHAKSPEARE HAMLET . GHB 38 HAMLET ,
... brother's hand , Of life , of crown , of queen , at once despatch'd : Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin , Unhousel'd , disappointed , unanel'd 3 ° ; Painted by Leuther ups R. 1 SHAKSPEARE HAMLET . GHB 38 HAMLET ,
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... Queen , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , and Attendants . King . Welcome , dear Rosencrantz , and Guilden- stern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you , The need , we have to use you , did provoke Our hasty sending . Something have ...
... Queen , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , and Attendants . King . Welcome , dear Rosencrantz , and Guilden- stern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you , The need , we have to use you , did provoke Our hasty sending . Something have ...
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... Queen . Thanks , Guildenstern , and gentle Rosen- crantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son . - Go , some of you , And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is . Guil . Heavens make our presence , and our prac ...
... Queen . Thanks , Guildenstern , and gentle Rosen- crantz : And I beseech you instantly to visit My too much changed son . - Go , some of you , And bring these gentlemen where Hamlet is . Guil . Heavens make our presence , and our prac ...
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... Queen . I doubt , it is no other but the main ; His father's death , and our o'erhasty marriage . Re - enter POLONIUS , with VOLTIMAND and COR- NELIUS . King . Well , we shall sift him . - Welcome , my good friends ! Say , Voltimand ...
... Queen . I doubt , it is no other but the main ; His father's death , and our o'erhasty marriage . Re - enter POLONIUS , with VOLTIMAND and COR- NELIUS . King . Well , we shall sift him . - Welcome , my good friends ! Say , Voltimand ...
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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?