The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás |
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37. oldal
If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham. O heaven ! Ghost. Revenge his foul
and most unnatural murder. Ham. Murder ? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the
best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. , Ham. Haste me to know it;
that I, ...
If thou didst ever thy dear father love, Ham. O heaven ! Ghost. Revenge his foul
and most unnatural murder. Ham. Murder ? Ghost. Murder most foul, as in the
best it is; But this most foul, strange, and unnatural. , Ham. Haste me to know it;
that I, ...
54. oldal
O dear Ophelia , I am ill at these numbers ; I have not art to reckon my groans :
but that I love thee best , О most best , believe it . Adieu . Thine evermore , most
dear lady , whilst this machine is to him , HAMLET . This , in obedience , hath my
...
O dear Ophelia , I am ill at these numbers ; I have not art to reckon my groans :
but that I love thee best , О most best , believe it . Adieu . Thine evermore , most
dear lady , whilst this machine is to him , HAMLET . This , in obedience , hath my
...
59. oldal
Beggar that I am , I am even poor in thanks ; but I thank you : and sure , dear
friends , my thanks are too dear , a halfpenny . Were you not sent for ? Is it your
own inclining ? Is it a free visitation ? Come , come , deal justly with me : come ,
come ...
Beggar that I am , I am even poor in thanks ; but I thank you : and sure , dear
friends , my thanks are too dear , a halfpenny . Were you not sent for ? Is it your
own inclining ? Is it a free visitation ? Come , come , deal justly with me : come ,
come ...
70. oldal
Like John a - dreams 54 , unpregnant of my cause , And can say nothing ; no , not
for a king , Upon whose property , and most dear life , A damn'd defeat was made
. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my ...
Like John a - dreams 54 , unpregnant of my cause , And can say nothing ; no , not
for a king , Upon whose property , and most dear life , A damn'd defeat was made
. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks off my ...
81. oldal
O , my dear lord ,Ham . Nay , do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I
hope from thee , That no revenue hast , but thy good spirits , To feed , and clothe
thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd ...
O , my dear lord ,Ham . Nay , do not think I flatter : For what advancement may I
hope from thee , That no revenue hast , but thy good spirits , To feed , and clothe
thee ? Why should the poor be flatter'd ? No , let the candied tongue lick absurd ...
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affects bear believe better blood body bring Cassio cause comes daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith fall father fear follow fool fortune give Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold honest Horatio husband I'll Iago JOHNSON keep King lady Laer Laertes leave light live look lord madness marry matter means mind Moor mother murder nature never night noble Ophelia Othello play Polonius poor pray Queen reason Roderigo SCENE seems seen sense Shakspeare soul speak speech spirit stand STEEVENS sure sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou thought to-night true villain wife young
Népszerű szakaszok
156. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 4. |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |