The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Edição 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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... speak to it . Hor . Tush ! tush ! ' twill not appear . Ber . Sit down awhile ; And let us once again assail your ears , That are so fortified against our story , What we two nights have seen . Hor . Well , sit we down , And let 10 HAMLET ,
... speak to it . Hor . Tush ! tush ! ' twill not appear . Ber . Sit down awhile ; And let us once again assail your ears , That are so fortified against our story , What we two nights have seen . Hor . Well , sit we down , And let 10 HAMLET ,
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... speak of this . Ber . Last night of all , When yon same star , that's westward from the pole , Had made his course ... speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me ...
... speak of this . Ber . Last night of all , When yon same star , that's westward from the pole , Had made his course ... speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me ...
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... Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou hast uphoarded ...
... Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou hast uphoarded ...
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... Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . Hor . Mar. ' Tis gone ! ' Tis here ! ' Tis here ! [ Exit Ghost . : We do it wrong , being so ...
... Speak of it : -stay , and speak . - Stop it , Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Do , if it will not stand . Ber . Hor . Mar. ' Tis gone ! ' Tis here ! ' Tis here ! [ Exit Ghost . : We do it wrong , being so ...
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... speak to him : Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient . [ Excunt . SCENE II . The Same . A ...
... speak to him : Do you consent we shall acquaint him with it , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do't , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most convenient . [ Excunt . SCENE II . The Same . A ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentlemen Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou dost thou hast thought to-night true trumpet Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 156 - 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.
Página 282 - 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.
Página 34 - 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?
Página 353 - 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...
Página 234 - 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.
Página 79 - 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.
Página 102 - 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.
Página 94 - 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.
Página 74 - 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...
Página 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?