The dramatic works of William Shakspeare, with notes original and selected by S.W. Singer, and a life of the poet by C. Symmons, 25 dalis,10 tomas |
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... What majesty should be , what duty is , Why day is day , night , night , and time is time , Were nothing but to waste night , day , and time . Therefore , since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward ...
... What majesty should be , what duty is , Why day is day , night , night , and time is time , Were nothing but to waste night , day , and time . Therefore , since brevity is the soul of wit , And tediousness the limbs and outward ...
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¹¹ ancient beauty Benvolio Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cyprus dead dear death Desdemona dost doth Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads friar gentleman give grief Guil Hamlet hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet King Lear lady Laer Laertes look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam Malone married means Measure for Measure Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night Nurse old copies Ophelia Othello passage play poet POLONIUS pray quarto of 1603 quarto reads Queen Rape of Lucrece Roderigo Romeo Romeo and Juliet scene Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Troilus and Cressida Tybalt villain weep wife word
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247 psl. - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
50 psl. - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
378 psl. - She'd come again, and with a greedy ear Devour up my discourse: Which I observing, Took once a pliant hour; and found good means To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart, That I would all my pilgrimage dilate.
264 psl. - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
340 psl. - 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.
174 psl. - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month!
286 psl. - Not where he eats, but where he is eaten. A certain convocation of [politic] worms* are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.
341 psl. - I've done you wrong ; But pardon 't, as you are a gentleman. This presence knows, And you must needs have heard, how I am punish'd With sore distraction. What I have done, That might your nature, honour, and exception, Roughly awake, I here proclaim was madness. Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And when he's not himself does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not ; Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness. If't be so, Hamlet is of the faction...
32 psl. - 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...
247 psl. - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.