The Works of William Shakespeare: The Plays Ed. from the Folio of MDCXXIII, with Various Readings from All the Editions and All the Commentators, Notes, Introductory Remarks, a Historical Sketch of the Text, an Account of the Rise and Progress of the English Drama, a Memoir of the Poet, and an Essay Upon the Genius, Volume 11Little, Brown, 1862 |
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... matter . Plainly Shakespeare never wrote this fee- ble stuff : it is an interpolation . What he did write , having the same purpose , the reader will find in the beginning of the second Scene of Act V .; and he will notice , that the ...
... matter . Plainly Shakespeare never wrote this fee- ble stuff : it is an interpolation . What he did write , having the same purpose , the reader will find in the beginning of the second Scene of Act V .; and he will notice , that the ...
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... matter : yes , by Heaven . O , most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! - My tables , — meet it is , I set it down , [ Writing . That one may smile , and smile , and be lain ; a vil At least , I am sure ...
... matter : yes , by Heaven . O , most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! - My tables , — meet it is , I set it down , [ Writing . That one may smile , and smile , and be lain ; a vil At least , I am sure ...
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... matter ? Oph . Alas , my lord ! I have been so affrighted . Pol . With what , in the name of God ? Oph . My lord , as I was sewing in my chamber , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd ...
... matter ? Oph . Alas , my lord ! I have been so affrighted . Pol . With what , in the name of God ? Oph . My lord , as I was sewing in my chamber , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd ...
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... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear , 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 farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him ...
... matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear , 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 farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant him ...
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... matter , my lord ? Ham . Between whom ? — Pol . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Ham . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here , that old men have grey beards ; that their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging ...
... matter , my lord ? Ham . Between whom ? — Pol . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Ham . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here , that old men have grey beards ; that their faces are wrinkled ; their eyes purging ...
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Página 83 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 152 - 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 78 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Página 86 - O ! it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
Página 87 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question}: of the play be then to be considered : that's villainous ; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Página 428 - 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 109 - Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Página 49 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres ; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Página 34 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not 'seems.' 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms...
Página 270 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.