The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Том 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Стр. 36
... 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 : But this eternal 36 ...
... 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 : But this eternal 36 ...
Стр. 37
... soul ! my uncle ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of his wit , with traitorous gifts , ( O wicked wit , and gifts , that have the power So to seduce ! ) won to his shameful lust · The will of my ...
... soul ! my uncle ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of his wit , with traitorous gifts , ( O wicked wit , and gifts , that have the power So to seduce ! ) won to his shameful lust · The will of my ...
Стр. 39
... soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her to heaven , And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge , To prick and sting her . Fare thee well at once ! The glow - worm shows the matin to be near , And ' gins to pale his ...
... soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her to heaven , And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge , To prick and sting her . Fare thee well at once ! The glow - worm shows the matin to be near , And ' gins to pale his ...
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... soul , Both to my God , and to my gracious king : And I do think , ( or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do , ) that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy . King . O , speak of ...
... soul , Both to my God , and to my gracious king : And I do think , ( or else this brain of mine Hunts not the trail of policy so sure As it hath us'd to do , ) that I have found The very cause of Hamlet's lunacy . King . O , speak of ...
Стр. 52
... to waste night , day , and time . Therefore , since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes , - I will be brief : Your noble son is mad : Mad call I it : for , to define true 52 HAMLET ,
... to waste night , day , and time . Therefore , since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes , - I will be brief : Your noble son is mad : Mad call I it : for , to define true 52 HAMLET ,
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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?