The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, 17 tomasGerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1811 |
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... kind . [ Aside . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? Ham . Not so , my Lord , I am too much i'the sun . Queen . Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off , And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ...
... kind . [ Aside . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? Ham . Not so , my Lord , I am too much i'the sun . Queen . Good Hamlet cast thy nighted colour off , And let thine eye look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ...
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... kind of confession in your looks , which your modesties have not craft enough to colour : I know , the good King aud Queen have sent for you . Ros . To what end , my Lord ? Ham . That you must teach me . But let me conjure you , by the ...
... kind of confession in your looks , which your modesties have not craft enough to colour : I know , the good King aud Queen have sent for you . Ros . To what end , my Lord ? Ham . That you must teach me . But let me conjure you , by the ...
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... kind of joy To hear of it : They are about the court ; And , as I think , they have already order This night to play before him , Pol . ' Tis most true : And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties , To hear and see the matter . King ...
... kind of joy To hear of it : They are about the court ; And , as I think , they have already order This night to play before him , Pol . ' Tis most true : And he beseech'd me to entreat your Majesties , To hear and see the matter . King ...
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... kind For husband shalt thou - P. Queen . O , confound the rest ! Such love must needs be treason in my breast : In second husband let me be accurst ! None wed the second , but who kill'd the first . Ham . That's wormwood . P. Queen ...
... kind For husband shalt thou - P. Queen . O , confound the rest ! Such love must needs be treason in my breast : In second husband let me be accurst ! None wed the second , but who kill'd the first . Ham . That's wormwood . P. Queen ...
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... kind of easiness - 1 To the next abstinence : the next more easy : For use almost can change the stamp of nature , And either curb the devil , or throw him out With wondrous potency . Once more , good night ! And when you are desirous ...
... kind of easiness - 1 To the next abstinence : the next more easy : For use almost can change the stamp of nature , And either curb the devil , or throw him out With wondrous potency . Once more , good night ! And when you are desirous ...
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alludes ancient appears bare bodkin believe Ben Jonson blood called character common corruption Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark doth doubt drink Eastward Hoe edition England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fortinbras Ghost give grace Guil Hamlet Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven heraldry honour Horatio i'the is't JOHNSON judgement King Laer Laertes look madness MALONE Marcellus MASON means meant mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er observed old copies Ophelia Osrick passage perhaps phrase play players poet poet's poison'd Polonius pray Prince Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge RITSON ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN sables scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies sleep soul speak speech spirit STEEVENS suppose sweet sword tell thee Theobald There's thing thou thought tion TOLLET tongue true WARBURTON word
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131 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
66 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.
89 psl. - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work, For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon.
27 psl. - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.
96 psl. - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
21 psl. - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
84 psl. - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there ; makes marriage-vows As false as dicers...
14 psl. - O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew ! " Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter...
183 psl. - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a 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, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
25 psl. - Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements?