The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 11Little, Brown, 1862 |
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Pagina 36
... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; why she , even she , ( O God ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourn'd longer , ) — married with my uncle , My father's brother , but no more like my father , Than I to ...
... poor father's body , Like Niobe , all tears ; why she , even she , ( O God ! a beast , that wants discourse of reason , Would have mourn'd longer , ) — married with my uncle , My father's brother , but no more like my father , Than I to ...
Pagina 37
... poor servant ever . Ham . Sir , my good friend ; I'll change that name with you . And what make you from Wittenberg , Horatio ? Marcellus ? Mar. My good lord , Ham . I am very glad to see you . [ To BER . ] Good even , sir . But what ...
... poor servant ever . Ham . Sir , my good friend ; I'll change that name with you . And what make you from Wittenberg , Horatio ? Marcellus ? Mar. My good lord , Ham . I am very glad to see you . [ To BER . ] Good even , sir . But what ...
Pagina 44
... poor phrase , Running it thus , you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his speech , my ...
... poor phrase , Running it thus , you'll tender me a fool . Oph . My lord , he hath importun'd me with love , In honourable fashion . Pol . Ay , fashion you may call it ; go to , go to . Oph . And hath given countenance to his speech , my ...
Pagina 49
... poor ghost ! but lend thy serious hearing Speak , I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night , And for the day ...
... poor ghost ! but lend thy serious hearing Speak , I am bound to hear . Ghost . So art thou to revenge , when thou shalt hear . Ham . What ? Ghost . I am thy father's spirit ; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night , And for the day ...
Pagina 50
... poor To those of mine ! But virtue , as it never will be mov'd , Though lewdness court it in a shape of Heaven , So lust , though to a radiant angel link'd , Will sate itself in a celestial bed , And prey on garbage . But , soft ...
... poor To those of mine ! But virtue , as it never will be mov'd , Though lewdness court it in a shape of Heaven , So lust , though to a radiant angel link'd , Will sate itself in a celestial bed , And prey on garbage . But , soft ...
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Pagina 83 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 152 - 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.
Pagina 78 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Pagina 86 - 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...
Pagina 87 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question}: of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Pagina 428 - 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.
Pagina 109 - Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Pagina 49 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy 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...
Pagina 34 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms...
Pagina 270 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.