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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... Thou art a fcholar , fpeak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? mark it , Horatio .. Hor . Moft like it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . [ night , Hor . What art ...
... Thou art a fcholar , fpeak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the King ? mark it , Horatio .. Hor . Moft like it harrows me with fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . [ night , Hor . What art ...
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... thou art to thyself . Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ambitious Norway combated : So frown'd he once , when , in an angry parle , He finote the fleaded Polack on the ice . ' Tis range ------- [ hour , Mar. Thus twice ...
... thou art to thyself . Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ambitious Norway combated : So frown'd he once , when , in an angry parle , He finote the fleaded Polack on the ice . ' Tis range ------- [ hour , Mar. Thus twice ...
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... thou haft any found , or ufe of voice , Speak to me . If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do eafe , and grace to me , Speak to me . If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid ...
... thou haft any found , or ufe of voice , Speak to me . If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do eafe , and grace to me , Speak to me . If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid ...
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... thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The head is not more native to the heart , The hand more inftrumental to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . What would'ft thou have , Laertes ...
... thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The head is not more native to the heart , The hand more inftrumental to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . What would'ft thou have , Laertes ...
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... thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportioned thought his act : Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar ; The friends thou hait , and their adoption try'd , Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of steel : But do ...
... thou character . Give thy thoughts no tongue , Nor any unproportioned thought his act : Be thou familiar , but by no means vulgar ; The friends thou hait , and their adoption try'd , Grapple them to thy foul with hooks of steel : But do ...
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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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againſt Antony and Cleopatra Brabantio Cæfar Caffio Clown confefs Cymbeline Cyprus death Defdemona doft thou doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit faid falfe fame father fatire feems feen fenfe fhall fhew fhould fleep fome foul fpeak fpeech fpirit ftand fuch fure fweet fword Ghoft give Guil Hamlet hath heart Heaven Henry IV Henry VI Henry VIII himſelf honeft Horatio huſband Iago ibid is't itſelf King King Lear Laer Laertes lago loft Lord madneſs Meaſure moft Moor moſt muft murder muſt myſelf night obferved Ophelia Othello paffage paffion play Poet Polonius Pope pray purpoſe Quartos Queen reafon Richard II Rodorigo ſhall ſpeak ſtate thee thefe theſe thing thofe thought Titus Andronicus to-night underſtand uſe Venice villain whofe wife word yourſelf
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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...