The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Hamlet. Othello. Pericles, prince of TyreCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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Pagina 13
... death , [ Cock crows , Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? [ Exit Ghost . Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . ' Tis here ! Hor . ' Tis here ! Mar. ' Tis gone ! We do ...
... death , [ Cock crows , Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? [ Exit Ghost . Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . ' Tis here ! Hor . ' Tis here ! Mar. ' Tis gone ! We do ...
Pagina 14
... death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him ...
... death The memory be green ; and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe ; Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him ...
Pagina 15
... death , Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of law , To our ...
... death , Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with this dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of law , To our ...
Pagina 17
... death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of us As of a father : for let the world take note , You ...
... death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of us As of a father : for let the world take note , You ...
Pagina 29
... death Rankly abus'd : but know , thou noble youth , The serpent that did sting thy father's life , Now wears his crown . Ham . O , my prophetic soul ! my uncle ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of ...
... death Rankly abus'd : but know , thou noble youth , The serpent that did sting thy father's life , Now wears his crown . Ham . O , my prophetic soul ! my uncle ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of ...
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ancient Bawd Ben Jonson Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras fortune Gent gentlemen give Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't John Shakespeare JOHNSON King Henry lady Laer Laertes lago look lord LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina marry means Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder never night noble Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles play poet POLONIUS pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Queen Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakespeare signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tyre villain WARBURTON wife word
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Pagina 17 - PoLONIUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !' Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't!
Pagina 42 - were so honest a man. Ham. Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand". Pol. Honest, my lord ? Pol. That's very true, my lord. Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god, kissing carrion, Have you a daughter
Pagina 101 - one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked
Pagina 56 - Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword ; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, 9 The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and
Pagina 209 - threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'd eyes Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum : Set you down this : And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
Pagina 56 - 1 have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father ? Oph. I was the
Pagina 71 - My mother stays : This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. The King rises, and advances. SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. Enter Queen and POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight Look, you lay
Pagina 134 - she had something heard, But not intentively : 1 did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs ; She swore,—In faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange : Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful
Pagina 85 - Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this : Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day,
Pagina 58 - may give it smoothness. O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings ;' who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Termagant ; it outherods Herod