The Works of Shakespeare in Twelve Volumes: Collated with the Oldest Copies and Corrected: with Notes Explanatory and Critical, 12 tomasR. Crowder, 1772 |
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... fhould we do ? [ Ghoft beckons Hamlet . Hor . It beckons you to go away with it , 2 As if it fome impartment did defire Το you alone . Mar. Look , with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground : But do not go with it ...
... fhould we do ? [ Ghoft beckons Hamlet . Hor . It beckons you to go away with it , 2 As if it fome impartment did defire Το you alone . Mar. Look , with what courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground : But do not go with it ...
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... fhould be the fear ? I do not fet my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my foul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as ittelf ? It waves me forth again .---- I'll follow it ----- Hor . What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood ...
... fhould be the fear ? I do not fet my life at a pin's fee ; And , for my foul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as ittelf ? It waves me forth again .---- I'll follow it ----- Hor . What if it tempt you tow'rd the flood ...
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... fhould he caution Reynoldo from putting another fcandal on him ? There can be no fecond fcandal supposed , without a fift implied . this kind of reafoning , I propofed to correct ; You must not put an utter fcandal on him . Oo That he ...
... fhould he caution Reynoldo from putting another fcandal on him ? There can be no fecond fcandal supposed , without a fift implied . this kind of reafoning , I propofed to correct ; You must not put an utter fcandal on him . Oo That he ...
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... fhould you do this ? Rey . Ay , my Lord , I would know that . Pol . Marry , Sir , here's my drift ; And I believe it is a fetch of wit . You , laying thefe flight fullies on my son , ( 24 ) Mr Pope , I obferve , feems to admit the ...
... fhould you do this ? Rey . Ay , my Lord , I would know that . Pol . Marry , Sir , here's my drift ; And I believe it is a fetch of wit . You , laying thefe flight fullies on my son , ( 24 ) Mr Pope , I obferve , feems to admit the ...
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... fhould be More than his father's death , that thus hath put him So much from the undertanding or himielf , cannot dream of . I intreat you both , That being of fo young days brought up with him , And fince to neighboured to his youth ...
... fhould be More than his father's death , that thus hath put him So much from the undertanding or himielf , cannot dream of . I intreat you both , That being of fo young days brought up with him , And fince to neighboured to his youth ...
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The Works of Shakespeare: in Twelve Volumes– Collated with the ..., 12 tomas William Shakespeare Visos knygos peržiūra - 1772 |
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21 psl. - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules : within a month ; Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
85 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
84 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.
27 psl. - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel ; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatched, unfledged comrade.
32 psl. - That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect...
163 psl. - Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? Never, Hamlet : If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away, And, when he's not himself, does wrong Laertes, Then Hamlet does it not, Hamlet denies it. Who does it then ? His madness : If t be so, Hamlet is of the faction that is wrong'd ; His madness is poor Hamlet's enemy.
125 psl. - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
312 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...
72 psl. - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
150 psl. - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...