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Page 35
It waves me still :Go on , I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not go , my lord . Ham .
Hold off your hands . Hor . Be rul'd , you shall not go . Ham . My fate cries out ,
And makes each petty artery in this body As hardly as the Némean lion's nerve .
It waves me still :Go on , I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not go , my lord . Ham .
Hold off your hands . Hor . Be rul'd , you shall not go . Ham . My fate cries out ,
And makes each petty artery in this body As hardly as the Némean lion's nerve .
Page 136
Adieu , my lord ! I have a speech of fire , that fain would blaze , But that this folly
drowns it . [ Erit . King . Let's follow , Gertrude : How much I had to do to calm his
rage ! Now fear I , this will give it start again ; Therefore , let's follow . [ Exeunt .
Adieu , my lord ! I have a speech of fire , that fain would blaze , But that this folly
drowns it . [ Erit . King . Let's follow , Gertrude : How much I had to do to calm his
rage ! Now fear I , this will give it start again ; Therefore , let's follow . [ Exeunt .
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No , faith , not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough , and likelihood
to lead it : As tbus ; Alexander died , Alexander was buried , Alexander returneth
to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam ...
No , faith , not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty enough , and likelihood
to lead it : As tbus ; Alexander died , Alexander was buried , Alexander returneth
to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam ...
Page 161
Follow mother . [ King dies . Laer . He is justly serv'd ; It is a poison temper'd by
himself . - Exchange forgiveness with me , noble Hamlet : Mine and my father's
death come not upon thee ; Nor thine on me ! [ Dies . Ham . Heaven make thee
free ...
Follow mother . [ King dies . Laer . He is justly serv'd ; It is a poison temper'd by
himself . - Exchange forgiveness with me , noble Hamlet : Mine and my father's
death come not upon thee ; Nor thine on me ! [ Dies . Ham . Heaven make thee
free ...
Page 217
O , sir , content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be
masters , nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd . You shall mark Many a
duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obsequious
bondage ...
O , sir , content you ; I follow him to serve my turn upon him : We cannot all be
masters , nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd . You shall mark Many a
duteous and knee - crooking knave , That , doting on his own obsequious
bondage ...
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Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
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| Title | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Issue 14 The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 4 Jan 2007 |
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