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... me be rightly understood . It is not pecuniary assistance that I am in search of ; it is not for money that " I lay " but " for hearts . " Shakspeare . Lately published by the Author of the present Annotations . PREFACE . xxi.
... me be rightly understood . It is not pecuniary assistance that I am in search of ; it is not for money that " I lay " but " for hearts . " Shakspeare . Lately published by the Author of the present Annotations . PREFACE . xxi.
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... . Laer . Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain , If with too credent ear you list his songs ; Or lose your heart ; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity . -unmaster'd- ] i . c SCENE II . 13 HAMLET .
... . Laer . Then weigh what loss your honor may sustain , If with too credent ear you list his songs ; Or lose your heart ; or your chaste treasure open To his unmaster'd importunity . -unmaster'd- ] i . c SCENE II . 13 HAMLET .
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... hearts , and leaves behind a stain " Upon the beauty of all parts besides , 66 Beguiling them of commendation . " There is ... heart his ease- I would , however , wish to read : " 66 By his own scandal . " MALONE . Perhaps 22 ACT I. HAMLET .
... hearts , and leaves behind a stain " Upon the beauty of all parts besides , 66 Beguiling them of commendation . " There is ... heart his ease- I would , however , wish to read : " 66 By his own scandal . " MALONE . Perhaps 22 ACT I. HAMLET .
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... heart . B. - 1 Play . But who , ah woe ! had seen the mobled queen- the mobled queen— ] Mobled or mabled signifies veiled . So Sandys , speaking of the Turkish women , says , their heads and faces are mabled in fine linen , that no more ...
... heart . B. - 1 Play . But who , ah woe ! had seen the mobled queen- the mobled queen— ] Mobled or mabled signifies veiled . So Sandys , speaking of the Turkish women , says , their heads and faces are mabled in fine linen , that no more ...
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... heart , for the muscles of my heart ; an unlucky mistake of one shell - fish for another . WARB . I know not why our editors should with such implacable anger persecute their predecessors . Οἱ νεκροὶ μὴ δάκνουσιν , the dead , it is true ...
... heart , for the muscles of my heart ; an unlucky mistake of one shell - fish for another . WARB . I know not why our editors should with such implacable anger persecute their predecessors . Οἱ νεκροὶ μὴ δάκνουσιν , the dead , it is true ...
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affection allusion alteration ancient appears bag-pipe beauty believe blood called certainly character Chaucer Coriolanus corrupt Cymbeline doth Duke emendation epithet expression fair fear folio follows fool fortune French give gleek Hamlet Hanmer hath heart heaven honor Iago JOHN Johnson JouN king King Lear lady language Lear lord Macbeth meaning Measure for Measure Michael Cassio Midsummer Night's Dream mistaken nature never night noble nonsense obscure observed old copy old reading opinion Othello Oxford editor passage passion patience perhaps play poet poor present reading Prince proper quarto quarto reads queen reason Richard III says scene seems sense SHAK Shakspeare Shakspeare wrote Shakspeare's shew signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer speak speech stand STEEV Steevens suppose thee THEOB Theobald thing thou art thought tion true reading understand understood virtue WARB Warburton Winter's Tale word writers wrong
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Page 194 - I will in Cassio's lodging lose this napkin, And let him find it. Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ : this may do something. The Moor already changes with my poison : — Dangerous conceits are, in their natures, poisons, Which at the first are scarce found to distaste, But, with a little act upon the blood, Bum like the mines of sulphur.
Page 2 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Page 92 - But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor: This even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Page 286 - You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, For learning me your language ! Pro.
Page 218 - Eyes, look your last ! Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Page 96 - Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off ; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubin, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 8 - Seems, madam ! nay, it is ; I know not seems. 'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forc'd breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly...
Page 24 - 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 105 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 89 - Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty ! make thick my blood, Stop up the access and passage to remorse, That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose...