Imágenes de páginas
PDF
EPUB

SC. 2.

SC. I.

SC. 2.

SC. I.

He was likely, had he been put on,

To have prov'd most royally*. P. 352.

No. 2 b.

If you did, it would not much approve me. P. 344.
Had I but time. . . I could tell you.

No. 3.

P. 350.

If the man go to this water and drown himself, it s, will he, nill he, he goes. But if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself. p. 331. He shall recover his wits there; or if he do not, it's no great matter there. P. 335.

If he be not rotten before he die†, he will last you some eight year. p. 336.

If thou prate of mountains, let them throw

Millions of acres on us: till our ground, . . . .

‡Make Ossa like a wart. p. 339.

If it please his majesty.... let the foils be brought.

If your mind dislike anything, obey.

P. 345.

If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come.

If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away,

P. 346.

And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes,
Then Hamlet does it not.

If 't be so,

Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd. p. 347.

If Hamlet give the first or second hit,

Or quit in answer of the third exchange,

Let all the battlements their ordnance fire. p. 348.

Condition implied.

'Twere to consider too curiously, to consider so. p. 337.

[merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small]

SC. 2.

SC. I.

SC. 2.

SC. I.

But that great command o'ersways the order,
She should in ground unsanctified have lodged, &c. p. 337.
We should profane the service of the dead,

To sing sage requiem, and such rest to her,

As to peace-parted souls. p. 338.

To know a man well, were to know himself. p. 344.

First Clause wanting.

The more pity, that great folk should have countenance
in this world to drown or hang themselves. P. 331.
It might be the pate of a politician—might it not?
This might be my lord Such-a-one. p. 333.

Might they not stop a beer-barrel.

Imperial Cæsar, dead, and turn'd to clay,

Might stop a hole, to keep the wind away. p. 337.

Forty thousand brothers

Could not with all their quantity of love

Make up my sum.

Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? &c.
I'll do 't. p. 339.

You shall find in him the continent of what part a
gentleman would see.

P. 343.

Who else would trace him, (is) his umbrage, nothing more. P. 344.

Thou wouldst not think, how ill all's here about my heart.

It is such a kind of gain-giving as would perhaps trouble a woman. P. 346.

What is it ye would see?

If aught of woe or wonder, cease your search.
Where should we have our thanks? p. 351.

Second Clause wanting.

Age.... hath shipped me intill the land,

As if I had never been such.

How the knave jowls it to the ground, as if it were

Cain's jawbone, that did the first murther! p. 333.

Sc. 2.

Sc. I.

Sc. 2.

SC. I.

Sc. 2.

It is very sultry, as 't were. p. 343.

Not from his mouth

Had it the ability of life to thank you. p. 351.

Dependent Sentences.

O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe,
Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw.
May violets spring.

P. 337.

I hop'd thou shouldst have been my Hamlet's wife.
Treble woe

Fall ten times treble on that cursed head. p. 338.
my head should be struck off.

That....
An earnest conjuration from the king-

As love between them as the palm should flourish*;
As peace should still her wheaten garland wear,-
He should the bearers put to sudden death. p. 341.
I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him
in excellence. p. 344.

I would it might be hangers till then. p. 345.

Provided I be so able as now.

P. 346.

Mine and my father's death come not upon thee. p. 350.
Heaven make thee free.

Sing thee to thy rest.

Give order that these bodies

High on a stage be placed.

Lest more mischance,

On plots, and errors, happen. p. 352.

Time Sentences.

How long will a man lie i' the earth ere he rot? p. 335.
Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of
Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole? p. 337.

Relative Sentence.

He sends to know if your pleasure bold. p. 346.

* Relative Clause. As' is equal to 'in as much as.'

MACBETH.

ACT I.

Conditional Sentences.

No. 1.

SC. 7. If it were done when 'tis done, then 't were well
It were done quickly: if the assassination
Could trammel up the consequence, and catch
With his surcease success; that but this blow
*Might be the be-all and the end-all here,
But here, upon this bank and shoal of time,
We'd jump the life to come. P. 23.

Second Clause Indicative.

Sc. 7.

If we should fail?

We fail! p. 26.

No. 2 a.

SC. 5.

SC. 7.

SC. 3.

SC. 7.

SC. 4.

Is not thy master with him? who, wer't so,
Would have inform'd for preparation. p. 20.

I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have.... dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn. p. 25.

No. 3.

Thou shalt get kings, though thou be none. P. 14.

If chance will have me king, why chance may crown me. p. 17.

Condition implied.

To be more than what you were, you would
Be so much more the man. p. 25.

First Clause wanting.

That might yet enkindle you unto the crown.

P. 16.

* Dependent Sentence.

Sc. 6.

Sc. 7.

SC. 4.

SC. 4.

SC. 5.

Thou wouldst be great:
What thou wouldst highly,

That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false,

And yet wouldst wrongly win: thou'dst have, great
Glamis,

That which cries, 'Thus thou must do if thou have it *.'

And that which rather thou dost fear to do,

Than wishest should be undone +.

Who almost dead for breath, had scarcely more
Than would make up his message. p. 20.
Golden opinions

Which would be worn now in their newest gloss.
Wouldst thou have that

Which thou esteem'st the ornament of life? p. 25.

Second Clause wanting.

To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 't were a careless trifle. p. 18.

Dependent Sentences.

Would thou hadst less deserv'd,

That the proportion both of thanks and payment
Might have been mine. p. 18.

That thou mightest not lose the dues of rejoicing. p. 19.
Hie thee hither,

That I may pour my spirits in thine ear.
Stop up the access and passage to remorse,
That no compunctious visitings of nature
Shake my fell purpose.

Come thick night,

And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell,

That my keen knife see not the wound it makes;

Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark. p. 20.

[blocks in formation]
« AnteriorContinuar »