The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, Volume 15 |
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Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces : spend it at thy
will . ? — 7 The head is not more native to the heart , The hand more inftrumental
to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . ] The fenfe seems to
be ...
Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces : spend it at thy
will . ? — 7 The head is not more native to the heart , The hand more inftrumental
to the mouth , Than is the throne of Denmark to thy father . ] The fenfe seems to
be ...
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Sits smiling to my heart : 8 in grace whereof , No jocund health , ' that Denmark
drinks to - day , But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king ' s
rouse ' the heaven shall bruit again , Re - speaking earthly thunder . Come away .
Sits smiling to my heart : 8 in grace whereof , No jocund health , ' that Denmark
drinks to - day , But the great cannon to the clouds shall tell ; And the king ' s
rouse ' the heaven shall bruit again , Re - speaking earthly thunder . Come away .
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These sentences , to sugar , or to gall , Being strong on both sides , are equivocal
: But words are words ; I never yet did hear , That the bruis ' d heart was pierced
through the ear . . 9 But words are words ; I never yet did hear , That the bruis ' d ...
These sentences , to sugar , or to gall , Being strong on both sides , are equivocal
: But words are words ; I never yet did hear , That the bruis ' d heart was pierced
through the ear . . 9 But words are words ; I never yet did hear , That the bruis ' d ...
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These moral precepts , says Brabantio , may perhaps be founded in wisdom , but
they are of no avail . Words after all are but words ; and I never yet ' heard that
consolatory speeches could reach and penetrate the afflicted heart , through the
...
These moral precepts , says Brabantio , may perhaps be founded in wisdom , but
they are of no avail . Words after all are but words ; and I never yet ' heard that
consolatory speeches could reach and penetrate the afflicted heart , through the
...
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In a word , a heart pierced through the ear , is a heart which ( to use our poet ' s
words elsewhere , ) has granted a penetrable entrance to the language of
confolation . So , in The Mirrour for Magiftrates , 1575 : " My piteous plaint - - the
hardest ...
In a word , a heart pierced through the ear , is a heart which ( to use our poet ' s
words elsewhere , ) has granted a penetrable entrance to the language of
confolation . So , in The Mirrour for Magiftrates , 1575 : " My piteous plaint - - the
hardest ...
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Page 197 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass: and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think, I am easier to be played on than a pipe...
Page 30 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
Page 43 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
Page 72 - 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, And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven!
Page 42 - Give thy thoughts no tongue, Nor any unproportion'd thought his act. Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.
Page 27 - 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!
Page 199 - 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.
Page 161 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Page 529 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
Page 205 - I'll look up;] My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul murder'?
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, Volume 15 The Plays of William Shakspeare: In Fifteen Volumes. With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added Notes, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | T. Longman, 1793 |
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