The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 12 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... matter . Yes , by Heaven : Oh most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , finiling damned villain ! My tables , ------ meet it is 1 fet it down , That one may fmile , and fmile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be so ...
... matter . Yes , by Heaven : Oh most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , finiling damned villain ! My tables , ------ meet it is 1 fet it down , That one may fmile , and fmile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be so ...
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... matter ? Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been fo affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of Heaven ? Oph . My Lord , as I was fewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet with his doublet all unbraced , No hat upon his head , his stockings loose ...
... matter ? Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been fo affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of Heaven ? Oph . My Lord , as I was fewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet with his doublet all unbraced , No hat upon his head , his stockings loose ...
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... matter , with lefs art . Pol . Madam , I fwear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis ' tis true ; a foolifh figure , ---- But farewel it ; for I will ufe no art . Mad let us grant ...
... matter , with lefs art . Pol . Madam , I fwear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis ' tis true ; a foolifh figure , ---- But farewel it ; for I will ufe no art . Mad let us grant ...
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... matter , my Lord ? Ham . Between whom ? you read , my Lord . Pol . I mean the matter that Ham . Slanders , Sir : for the fatirical flave fays here , that old men have grey beards ; that their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging ...
... matter , my Lord ? Ham . Between whom ? you read , my Lord . Pol . I mean the matter that Ham . Slanders , Sir : for the fatirical flave fays here , that old men have grey beards ; that their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging ...
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... matter . I will not fort you with the rest of my fervants ; for , to speak to you like an honest man , I am most dreadfully attended : but in the beaten way of friendship , what make you at Elfinoor ? Rof . To vifit you , my Lord ; no ...
... matter . I will not fort you with the rest of my fervants ; for , to speak to you like an honest man , I am most dreadfully attended : but in the beaten way of friendship , what make you at Elfinoor ? Rof . To vifit you , my Lord ; no ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes– Collated with the ..., 12 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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21 psl. - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules : within a month ; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
85 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
84 psl. - ... 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.
27 psl. - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
32 psl. - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
163 psl. - 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 that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
125 psl. - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
312 psl. - 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...
72 psl. - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
150 psl. - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...