The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14 tomasG. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... spirit hies To his confine : and of the truth herein This present object made probation . Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock . Some say , that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird ...
... spirit hies To his confine : and of the truth herein This present object made probation . Mar. It faded on the crowing of the cock . Some say , that ever ' gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated , This bird ...
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... spirit , dumb to us , will speak to him : Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mur . Let's do't , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient . [ Excunt ...
... spirit , dumb to us , will speak to him : Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mur . Let's do't , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient . [ Excunt ...
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... spirit in arms ! all is not well ; I doubt some foul play : ' would , the night were come ! Till then sit still , my soul : Foul deeds will rise , Though all the earth o'erwhelm them , to men's eyes . [ Exit . SCENE III . A Room in ...
... spirit in arms ! all is not well ; I doubt some foul play : ' would , the night were come ! Till then sit still , my soul : Foul deeds will rise , Though all the earth o'erwhelm them , to men's eyes . [ Exit . SCENE III . A Room in ...
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... spirit held his wont to walk . [ A flourish of trumpets , and ordnance shot off , within . What does this mean , my lord ? Ham , 23 The king doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , Keeps wassel , and the swaggering up - spring ...
... spirit held his wont to walk . [ A flourish of trumpets , and ordnance shot off , within . What does this mean , my lord ? Ham , 23 The king doth wake to - night , and takes his rouse , Keeps wassel , and the swaggering up - spring ...
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... spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee ; I'll call thee , Hamlet , King ...
... spirit of health , or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven , or blasts from hell , Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such a questionable shape , That I will speak to thee ; I'll call thee , Hamlet , King ...
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The Plays of William Shakespeare– With Notes of Various Commentators, 1 tomas William Shakespeare Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1806 |
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The Plays of William Shakespeare– With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare Trumpų ištraukų rodinys - 1806 |
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
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156 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.
282 psl. - 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.
34 psl. - 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?
353 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...
234 psl. - 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.
79 psl. - 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.
102 psl. - 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.
94 psl. - 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.
74 psl. - 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...
143 psl. - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?