The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare,: According to the Improved Text of Edmund Malone, Including the Latest Revisions, : with a Life, Glossarial Notes, an Index, and One Hundred and Seventy Illustrations, from Designs by English Artists, 14 tomasHenry G. Bohn, 1844 |
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... dost thou mean by this ? Ham . Nothing , but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar . King . Where is Polonius ? Ham . In heaven ; send thither to see : if your messenger find him not there , seek him i ...
... dost thou mean by this ? Ham . Nothing , but to show you how a king may go a progress through the guts of a beggar . King . Where is Polonius ? Ham . In heaven ; send thither to see : if your messenger find him not there , seek him i ...
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... dost thou understand the scripture ? The scripture says , Adam digged : could he dig without arms ? I'll put an- other question to thee : if thou answerest me not to the purpose , confess thyself- 2 Clown . Go to . 1 Clown . What is he ...
... dost thou understand the scripture ? The scripture says , Adam digged : could he dig without arms ? I'll put an- other question to thee : if thou answerest me not to the purpose , confess thyself- 2 Clown . Go to . 1 Clown . What is he ...
151 psl.
... dost thou , good lord ? ' This might be my lord such - a - one , that praised my lord such - a - one's horse , when he meant to beg it ; might it not ? Ho . Ay , my lord . Ham . Why , ev'n so : and now my lady Worm's ; chapless , and ...
... dost thou , good lord ? ' This might be my lord such - a - one , that praised my lord such - a - one's horse , when he meant to beg it ; might it not ? Ho . Ay , my lord . Ham . Why , ev'n so : and now my lady Worm's ; chapless , and ...
152 psl.
... dost lie in ' t , to be in ' t , and say it is thine : ' tis for the dead , not for the quick ; there- fore thou liest . 1 Clown . ' Tis a quick lie , sir ; ' twill away again from me to you . Ham . What man dost thou dig it for ? 1 ...
... dost lie in ' t , to be in ' t , and say it is thine : ' tis for the dead , not for the quick ; there- fore thou liest . 1 Clown . ' Tis a quick lie , sir ; ' twill away again from me to you . Ham . What man dost thou dig it for ? 1 ...
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... Dost thou think Alexander looked o ' this fashion i ' the earth ? Ho . Ev'n so . Ham . And smelt so ? pah ! Ho . Ev'n so , my lord . [ throws down the scull . Ham . To what base uses we may return , Ho- ratio ! Why may not imagination ...
... Dost thou think Alexander looked o ' this fashion i ' the earth ? Ho . Ev'n so . Ham . And smelt so ? pah ! Ho . Ev'n so , my lord . [ throws down the scull . Ham . To what base uses we may return , Ho- ratio ! Why may not imagination ...
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The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare– According to the Improved Text ..., 14 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1842 |
The Plays and Poems of Shakespeare– According to the Improved Text ..., 14 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Clown Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emilia Enter HAMLET Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras fortune foul gentlemen Ghost give grace grief Guil hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither hold honest honor Horatio husband Iago kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look madam madness marry matter Michael Cassio mistress Moor mother murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia play players poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Queen revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE SHAK signior sings soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night tongue trumpet twas Venice villain what's wife
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80 psl. - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
16 psl. - 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 of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes ', nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
63 psl. - O God, I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
39 psl. - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
75 psl. - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ?...
65 psl. - ... this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a steril promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me, than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
85 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.
101 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.
31 psl. - 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.
126 psl. - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake.