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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... Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , Madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor ...
... Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , Madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor ...
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... pass Through your dominions for this enterprize ; Ou such regards of safety , and allowance , As therein are set down . King . It likes us well ; And , at our more consider'd time , we'll read , Answer , and think upon this business ...
... pass Through your dominions for this enterprize ; Ou such regards of safety , and allowance , As therein are set down . King . It likes us well ; And , at our more consider'd time , we'll read , Answer , and think upon this business ...
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... passing well . Ham . Nay , that follows not . Pol . What follows then , my Lord ? Ham . Why , As by lot , God wot , and then , ' you know , It came to pass , As most like it The first row of the pious chanson will show you more ; for ...
... passing well . Ham . Nay , that follows not . Pol . What follows then , my Lord ? Ham . Why , As by lot , God wot , and then , ' you know , It came to pass , As most like it The first row of the pious chanson will show you more ; for ...
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... pass through the arras . Pol . [ Behind . ] O , I am slain . [ Falls , and dies . Queen . O me , what hast thou done ? Ham . Nay , I know not : Is it the King ? [ Lifts up the arras , and draws forth POLONIUS . Queen . O , what a rash ...
... pass through the arras . Pol . [ Behind . ] O , I am slain . [ Falls , and dies . Queen . O me , what hast thou done ? Ham . Nay , I know not : Is it the King ? [ Lifts up the arras , and draws forth POLONIUS . Queen . O , what a rash ...
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... pass of practice , Reqnite him for your father . Laer . I will do't : And , for the purpose , I'll anoint my sword . I bought an unction of a mountebank , So mortal , that , but dip a knife in it , Where it draws blood , no cataplasm so ...
... pass of practice , Reqnite him for your father . Laer . I will do't : And , for the purpose , I'll anoint my sword . I bought an unction of a mountebank , So mortal , that , but dip a knife in it , Where it draws blood , no cataplasm so ...
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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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