The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volume 10H. Durell, 1818 |
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... nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore our sometime sister , now our queen , The imperial jointress of this warlike state , Have we , as ' twere , with a defeated joy ...
... nature , That we with wisest sorrow think on him , Together with remembrance of ourselves . Therefore our sometime sister , now our queen , The imperial jointress of this warlike state , Have we , as ' twere , with a defeated joy ...
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... nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary suits of ...
... nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay , it is ; I know not seems . ' Tis not alone my inky cloak , good mother , Nor customary suits of ...
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... nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of ...
... nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From the first corse , till he that died to - day , This must be so . We pray you , throw to earth This unprevailing woe ; and think of ...
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... nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds ...
... nature , Possess it merely . That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds ...
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... nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The pérfume and suppliance of a minute ; 6 No more . Oph . No more but so ? Laer . Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone [ 6 ] The perfume , and ...
... nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The pérfume and suppliance of a minute ; 6 No more . Oph . No more but so ? Laer . Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone [ 6 ] The perfume , and ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ancient Bawd Ben Jonson beseech Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fortune Gent gentlemen give Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't John Shakespeare JOHNSON King Henry lady Laer Laertes lago look lord LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina marry means Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder never night noble Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles play poet POLONIUS pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Queen Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakespeare signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tyre villain WARBURTON wife word
Passagens conhecidas
Página 95 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred 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...
Página 22 - 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 39 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 12 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Página 46 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this.
Página 52 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
Página 128 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Página 126 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : 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...
Página 110 - Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally : and, for his passage, The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him.
Página 62 - 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.