Hamlet, and As You Like it: A Specimen of a New Edition of ShakespeareJ. Murray, 1819 - 466 pages |
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... slabre and defyle the bookes of famous autores , I will not at this tyme reason , but truely me thynketh it a veraye sacriliege . Ib . p . 14. or Signat . iii . ENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENT ΤΟ THE READER . IT has been often and.
... slabre and defyle the bookes of famous autores , I will not at this tyme reason , but truely me thynketh it a veraye sacriliege . Ib . p . 14. or Signat . iii . ENOX LIBRARY NEW YORK ADVERTISEMENT ΤΟ THE READER . IT has been often and.
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... reasons , and others to be another day set forth more in detail , we have continued the old reading of his time , and call our author Shakespeare . * The letters O. C. or old copies , in the margin , always signify the quartos and ...
... reasons , and others to be another day set forth more in detail , we have continued the old reading of his time , and call our author Shakespeare . * The letters O. C. or old copies , in the margin , always signify the quartos and ...
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... reason to the Dane , * And lose your voice : What wouldst thou beg , ⚫ So 4tos . a Laertes , Colleagued with this dream ] United with this wild conceit . b power to business ] For the purpose of , to transact , business . You cannot ...
... reason to the Dane , * And lose your voice : What wouldst thou beg , ⚫ So 4tos . a Laertes , Colleagued with this dream ] United with this wild conceit . b power to business ] For the purpose of , to transact , business . You cannot ...
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... 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 us As of a ...
... 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 us As of a ...
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... reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -married with my 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 ...
... reason , Would have mourn'd longer , -married with my 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 ...
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Page 159 - 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 : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 93 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: 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 cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Page 143 - ... 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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that, my lord...
Page 63 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face ? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs?
Page 114 - The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Page 40 - Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
Page 93 - I'll look up; My fault is past. But, O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn? 'Forgive me my foul 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?
Page 26 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 64 - I have heard That guilty creatures sitting at a play Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 64 - 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: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.