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Page 37
I find thee apt; And duller should' st thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in
ease on Lethe wharf, Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: 'Tis given
out, that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of
Denmark ...
I find thee apt; And duller should' st thou be than the fat weed That rots itself in
ease on Lethe wharf, Would'st thou not stir in this. Now, Hamlet, hear: 'Tis given
out, that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of
Denmark ...
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If thou hast nature in thee , boar it not ; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A
couch for luxury and damned incest . But , howsoever thou pursu'st this act , Taint
not thy mind , nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her to ...
If thou hast nature in thee , boar it not ; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A
couch for luxury and damned incest . But , howsoever thou pursu'st this act , Taint
not thy mind , nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught ; leave her to ...
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I heard thee speak me a speech once , -but it was never acted ; or , if it was , not
above once : for the play , I remember , pleased not the million ; ' twas caviare to
the general 49 : but it was ( as I received it , and others , whose judgements , in ...
I heard thee speak me a speech once , -but it was never acted ; or , if it was , not
above once : for the play , I remember , pleased not the million ; ' twas caviare to
the general 49 : but it was ( as I received it , and others , whose judgements , in ...
Page 128
Let him bless thee too . i Sail . He shall , sir , an't please him . There's a letter for
you , sir ; it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England ; if your
name be Horatio , as I am let to know it is . Hor . [ Reads . ] Horatio , when thou
shalt ...
Let him bless thee too . i Sail . He shall , sir , an't please him . There's a letter for
you , sir ; it comes from the ambassador that was bound for England ; if your
name be Horatio , as I am let to know it is . Hor . [ Reads . ] Horatio , when thou
shalt ...
Page 253
The lieutenant to - night watches on the court of guard : -- First , I must tell thee
this - Desdemona is directly in love with him . Rod . With him ! why , ' tis not
possible . Iago . Lay thy finger - thus , and let thy soul be instructed . Mark me with
what ...
The lieutenant to - night watches on the court of guard : -- First , I must tell thee
this - Desdemona is directly in love with him . Rod . With him ! why , ' tis not
possible . Iago . Lay thy finger - thus , and let thy soul be instructed . Mark me with
what ...
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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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