The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás |
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37. oldal
Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of
love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller should' st thou
be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Would'st thou not stir
in ...
Haste me to know it; that I, with wings as swift As meditation, or the thoughts of
love, May sweep to my revenge. Ghost. I find thee apt; And duller should' st thou
be than the fat weed That rots itself in ease on Lethe wharf, Would'st thou not stir
in ...
98. oldal
But , in our circumstance and course of thought , ' Tis heavy with him : And am I
then reveng'd , To take him in the purging of his soul , When he is fit and season'd
for his passage ? No. Up , sword ; and know thou a most horrid hent $ 1 , When ...
But , in our circumstance and course of thought , ' Tis heavy with him : And am I
then reveng'd , To take him in the purging of his soul , When he is fit and season'd
for his passage ? No. Up , sword ; and know thou a most horrid hent $ 1 , When ...
118. oldal
-0 , from this time forth , My thoughts be bloody , or be nothing worth ! [ Exit . ...
Which , as her winks , and nods , and gestures yield them , Indeed would make
one think , there might be thought , Though nothing sure , yet much unhappily 96
.
-0 , from this time forth , My thoughts be bloody , or be nothing worth ! [ Exit . ...
Which , as her winks , and nods , and gestures yield them , Indeed would make
one think , there might be thought , Though nothing sure , yet much unhappily 96
.
177. oldal
He would not only be thought to have discovered this intrigue by his own sagacity
, but to have remarked all the stages of Hamlet's disorder , from his sadness to his
raving , as regularly as his physician could have VOL . XIV ; N done ; when all ...
He would not only be thought to have discovered this intrigue by his own sagacity
, but to have remarked all the stages of Hamlet's disorder , from his sadness to his
raving , as regularly as his physician could have VOL . XIV ; N done ; when all ...
280. oldal
Oth . He did , from first to last : Why dost thou ask ? Iago . But for a satisfaction of
my thought ; No further harm . Oth . Why of thy thought , Iago ? Iago . I did not
think , he had been acquainted with her . Oth . O , yes ; and went between us very
oft ...
Oth . He did , from first to last : Why dost thou ask ? Iago . But for a satisfaction of
my thought ; No further harm . Oth . Why of thy thought , Iago ? Iago . I did not
think , he had been acquainted with her . Oth . O , yes ; and went between us very
oft ...
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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 |