The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... seems to be useless and wanton cruelty . whole piece , rather an in- After he has , by the stra- Hamlet is , through the strument than an agent . tagem of the play , convicted the king , he makes no attempt to punish him ; and his death ...
... seems to be useless and wanton cruelty . whole piece , rather an in- After he has , by the stra- Hamlet is , through the strument than an agent . tagem of the play , convicted the king , he makes no attempt to punish him ; and his death ...
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... seems it so particular with thee ? If it be , Ham . 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 ...
... seems it so particular with thee ? If it be , Ham . 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 ...
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... Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed ; things rank , and gross in nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ? -nay , not so much ...
... Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed ; things rank , and gross in nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ? -nay , not so much ...
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... seem the taints of liberty : The flash and out - break of a fiery mind ; A savageness in unreclaimed blood , Of general assault . Rey . Pol . Wherefore should you do this ? Rey . I would know that . " Pol . But , my good lord , - Ay ...
... seem the taints of liberty : The flash and out - break of a fiery mind ; A savageness in unreclaimed blood , Of general assault . Rey . Pol . Wherefore should you do this ? Rey . I would know that . " Pol . But , my good lord , - Ay ...
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... seem to shatter all his bulk , And end his being : That done , he lets me gos And , with his head over his shoulder ... seems , it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger sort ...
... seem to shatter all his bulk , And end his being : That done , he lets me gos And , with his head over his shoulder ... seems , it is as proper to our age To cast beyond ourselves in our opinions , As it is common for the younger sort ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volumen1 William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1806 |
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The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Vista de fragmentos - 1806 |
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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?