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Pagina 103
Most miserable hour , that Time e'er faw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But
one , poor one , one poor and loving child , But one thing to rejoice and folace in ,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight . Nurse , H4 Nurse . ' O woe ! oh ...
Most miserable hour , that Time e'er faw In lasting labour of his pilgrimage ! But
one , poor one , one poor and loving child , But one thing to rejoice and folace in ,
And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight . Nurse , H4 Nurse . ' O woe ! oh ...
Pagina 111
I see , that thou art poor . Hold . There is forty ducats . Let me have A dram of
poison , such soon - speeding geer , As will disperse itself thro ' all the veins ,
That the life - weary Taker may fall dead ; And that the Trunk may be discharg'd of
...
I see , that thou art poor . Hold . There is forty ducats . Let me have A dram of
poison , such soon - speeding geer , As will disperse itself thro ' all the veins ,
That the life - weary Taker may fall dead ; And that the Trunk may be discharg'd of
...
Pagina 277
Drown'd , drown'd . Laer . Too much of water hast thou , poor Ophelia , And
therefore I forbid my tears . But yet It is our trick : Nature her custom holds , Let
shame say what it will . When these are gone , The woman will be out . Adieu ,
my Lord !
Drown'd , drown'd . Laer . Too much of water hast thou , poor Ophelia , And
therefore I forbid my tears . But yet It is our trick : Nature her custom holds , Let
shame say what it will . When these are gone , The woman will be out . Adieu ,
my Lord !
Pagina 395
Who steals my purse , fteals trash ; ' tis something , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his
; and has been Nave to thousands ; But he , that filches from mé my good name ,
Robs me of that , which not enriches him , And makes me poor indeed . Oth . I'll ...
Who steals my purse , fteals trash ; ' tis something , nothing ; ' Twas mine , ' tis his
; and has been Nave to thousands ; But he , that filches from mé my good name ,
Robs me of that , which not enriches him , And makes me poor indeed . Oth . I'll ...
Pagina 428
How quickly should you speed ? Caf . Alas , poor caitiff ! Oih . Look , how he
laughs already . [ Afide . lage . I never knew a woman love man fo . Caf . Alas ,
poor rogue , I think , indeed , she loves me . Oth . Now he denies it faintly , and
laughs ...
How quickly should you speed ? Caf . Alas , poor caitiff ! Oih . Look , how he
laughs already . [ Afide . lage . I never knew a woman love man fo . Caf . Alas ,
poor rogue , I think , indeed , she loves me . Oth . Now he denies it faintly , and
laughs ...
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Pagina 339 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Pagina 29 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pagina 142 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Pagina 285 - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
Pagina 213 - 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.
Pagina 27 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 59 - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
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| Titel | The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, Volume 8 The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, William Shakespeare |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Uitgever | J. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | de New York Public Library |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 28 dec 2006 |
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