The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain , Unmix'd with baser matter : yes , by heaven . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 39.
... observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain , Unmix'd with baser matter : yes , by heaven . O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , PRINCE OF DENMARK . 39.
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... matter ? Oph . O , my lord , my lord , I have been so af- frighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heaven ? Oph . My lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his ...
... matter ? Oph . O , my lord , my lord , I have been so af- frighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heaven ? Oph . My lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his ...
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... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
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... , far gone : and , truly , in my youth I suffer'd much extremity for love ; very near this . I'll speak to him again . - What do you read , my lord ? Ham . Words , words , words ! Pol . What is the matter , my lord ? 56 HAMLET ,
... , far gone : and , truly , in my youth I suffer'd much extremity for love ; very near this . I'll speak to him again . - What do you read , my lord ? Ham . Words , words , words ! Pol . What is the matter , my lord ? 56 HAMLET ,
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With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Pol . What is the matter , my lord ? Ham . Between who ? Pol . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Ham . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here , that old men ...
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. Pol . What is the matter , my lord ? Ham . Between who ? Pol . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Ham . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here , that old men ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen1 William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1806 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1806 |
The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1806 |
Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?