The Plays of William Shakespeare in Eight Volumes: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators; to which are Added Notes by Sam Johnson, 8. kötetJ. and R. Tonson, 1765 |
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110. oldal
... matter . Get thee gone , And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight . -O [ Exit Balthafar . Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's fee for means mifchief ! thou art fwift To enter in the thought of defperate men ...
... matter . Get thee gone , And hire those horses ; I'll be with thee straight . -O [ Exit Balthafar . Well , Juliet , I will lie with thee to - night ; Let's fee for means mifchief ! thou art fwift To enter in the thought of defperate men ...
169. oldal
... matter . Yes , by heav'n . O most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , fmiling damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is , I fet it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be fo in ...
... matter . Yes , by heav'n . O most pernicious woman ! Oh villain , villain , fmiling damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is , I fet it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I'm fure , it may be fo in ...
175. oldal
... as to women . 5n yourself . ] ́Hanmer reads , e'en yourfelf , and is fol- lowed by Dr. Warburton ; but perhaps in yourself means , in your savn perfon , not by spies . SCENE SCENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? Enter PRINCE OF DENMARK . 175.
... as to women . 5n yourself . ] ́Hanmer reads , e'en yourfelf , and is fol- lowed by Dr. Warburton ; but perhaps in yourself means , in your savn perfon , not by spies . SCENE SCENE II . Pol . Farewel . matter ? Enter PRINCE OF DENMARK . 175.
176. oldal
... matter ? Enter Ophelia . How now , Ophelia , what's the Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been so affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heav'n ? Oph . My Lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his Doublet all ...
... matter ? Enter Ophelia . How now , Ophelia , what's the Oph . Alas , my Lord , I have been so affrighted ! Pol . With what , in the name of heav'n ? Oph . My Lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his Doublet all ...
183. oldal
... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I fwear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true . A foolish figure , But farewel it ; for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I fwear , I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true , ' tis pity ; And pity ' tis , ' tis true . A foolish figure , But farewel it ; for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
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169. oldal - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
216. oldal - 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.
339. oldal - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
29. oldal - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
142. oldal - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
285. oldal - ... in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou...
213. 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.
27. oldal - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut , Made by the joiner squirrel , or old grub , Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
59. oldal - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die ! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
39. oldal - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.