Notes and Comments Upon Certain Plays and Actors of Shakespeare: With Criticisms and CorrespondenceCarleton, 1864 - 353 psl. |
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... dead is irreme- able , that they cannot retourne . Again , in " Cym- beline , " says the Gaoler to Posthumus : " How you shall speed in your journey's end [ after execution ] , I think you'll never return to tell one . ” — Steevens ...
... dead is irreme- able , that they cannot retourne . Again , in " Cym- beline , " says the Gaoler to Posthumus : " How you shall speed in your journey's end [ after execution ] , I think you'll never return to tell one . ” — Steevens ...
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... dead Cordelia , " And my poor fool is hang'd ! No , no , no life : Why should a dog , a horse , a RAT have life , And thou no breath at all ? O , thou wilt come no more . Never , never , never , never , never ! Pray you , undo this ...
... dead Cordelia , " And my poor fool is hang'd ! No , no , no life : Why should a dog , a horse , a RAT have life , And thou no breath at all ? O , thou wilt come no more . Never , never , never , never , never ! Pray you , undo this ...
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... dead , and whom until that moment he has been trying to arouse , by saying in the ear of her corpse— " I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee . " But , at this juncture , having exhausted his ingenuity in efforts to discover a sign ...
... dead , and whom until that moment he has been trying to arouse , by saying in the ear of her corpse— " I kill'd the slave that was a hanging thee . " But , at this juncture , having exhausted his ingenuity in efforts to discover a sign ...
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... dead ! " and closed his eyes , had so overcome my sensibilities , as his audi- tor and spectator in the stage - box of Covent Garden , that I involuntarily fell backwards among those behind me -- my heart seeming to heave into my throat ...
... dead ! " and closed his eyes , had so overcome my sensibilities , as his audi- tor and spectator in the stage - box of Covent Garden , that I involuntarily fell backwards among those behind me -- my heart seeming to heave into my throat ...
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... dead , " may keep open " the fruitful river in the eye , " amongst other " forms , modes , shows of grief , " which he describes , but Hamlet claims to " have that within which passeth show ; " therefore an actor should observe a nice ...
... dead , " may keep open " the fruitful river in the eye , " amongst other " forms , modes , shows of grief , " which he describes , but Hamlet claims to " have that within which passeth show ; " therefore an actor should observe a nice ...
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Notes and Comments Upon Certain Plays and Actors of Shakespeare– With ... James Henry Hackett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1864 |
Notes and Comments Upon Certain Plays and Actors of Shakespeare– With ... James Henry Hackett Visos knygos peržiūra - 1863 |
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action actor of Hamlet Adams admirable afterwards appear audience bare bodkin bear blood bodkin Brabantio Bucknill Cæsar Cassio character of Hamlet circulation conception conscience Coriolanus Covent Garden coward critics DEAR SIR-I death Desdemona drama Drury Lane Edmund Kean effect England expression Falstaff father folio fool Forrest genius Ghost Hackett Harvey Harvey's heart Henry honor Horatio humor Iago idea imagination JAMES H JAMES HENRY HACKETT John Kemble John Quincy Adams Juliet Julius Cæsar Kean's Kemble King Lear Lear's letter London lord Macready Macready's madness manner mind Moor moral nature never night novel occasion Ophelia original Othello Park Theatre passion performance person perusal play poet Polonius Prince racter reason reference remarks render respect Roderigo says scene seems sense Shake Shakespeare Sir John sleave sleep sleeve soliloquy soul speare's spirit stage thee thou thought tion tragedy undiscovered uttered whilst word York
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