The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Página 89
... murder done in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name ; his wife , Baptista : you shall see anon ; ' tis a knavish piece of work : But what of that ? your majesty , and we that have free souls , it touches us not : Let the gall'd jade ...
... murder done in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name ; his wife , Baptista : you shall see anon ; ' tis a knavish piece of work : But what of that ? your majesty , and we that have free souls , it touches us not : Let the gall'd jade ...
Página 90
... murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife , Oph . The king rises . Ham . What ! frighted with false fire ! Queen . How fares my lord ? Pol . Give o'er the play . King . Give me some light : -away ! Pol . Lights , lights , lights ...
... murderer gets the love of Gonzago's wife , Oph . The king rises . Ham . What ! frighted with false fire ! Queen . How fares my lord ? Pol . Give o'er the play . King . Give me some light : -away ! Pol . Lights , lights , lights ...
Página 96
... murder ! -Pray can I not , Though inclination be as sharp as will 80 ; My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent ; And , like a man to double business bound , I stand in pause where I shall first begin , And both neglect . What if this ...
... murder ! -Pray can I not , Though inclination be as sharp as will 80 ; My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent ; And , like a man to double business bound , I stand in pause where I shall first begin , And both neglect . What if this ...
Página 97
... murder ! - That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder , My crown , mine own ambition , and my queen . May one be pardon'd , and retain the offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world ...
... murder ! - That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder , My crown , mine own ambition , and my queen . May one be pardon'd , and retain the offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world ...
Página 100
... murder me ? Help , help , ho ! Pol . [ Behind . ] What , ho ! help ! Ham . Dead , for a ducat , dead . How now ! a rat ? [ Draws . [ Hamlet makes a pass through the arras . Pol . [ Behind . ] O , I am slain . [ Falls , and dies . Nay ...
... murder me ? Help , help , ho ! Pol . [ Behind . ] What , ho ! help ! Ham . Dead , for a ducat , dead . How now ! a rat ? [ Draws . [ Hamlet makes a pass through the arras . Pol . [ Behind . ] O , I am slain . [ Falls , and dies . Nay ...
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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 gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand 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 hast thought to-night true 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?