The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello |
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Page 40
Nature craves , All dues be render'd to their owners ; now What nearer debt in all
humanity , Than wife is to the husband ? If this law Of nature be corrupted
through affection , And that great minds of partial indulgence To their benummed
wills ...
Nature craves , All dues be render'd to their owners ; now What nearer debt in all
humanity , Than wife is to the husband ? If this law Of nature be corrupted
through affection , And that great minds of partial indulgence To their benummed
wills ...
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So , oft it chances in particular men , That for some vicious mole of nature in them
, As , in their birth , ( wherein they are not guilty , Since nature cannot chuse his
origin ) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion . Oft breaking down the pales and
...
So , oft it chances in particular men , That for some vicious mole of nature in them
, As , in their birth , ( wherein they are not guilty , Since nature cannot chuse his
origin ) By the o'ergrowth of some complexion . Oft breaking down the pales and
...
Page 274
Suit the action to the word , the word to the action , with this special observance ,
that you o'erstep not the modesty of Nature ; for any thing so over - done is from
the purpose of playing ; whose end , both at the first and now ; was and is , to
hold ...
Suit the action to the word , the word to the action , with this special observance ,
that you o'erstep not the modesty of Nature ; for any thing so over - done is from
the purpose of playing ; whose end , both at the first and now ; was and is , to
hold ...
Page 310
Nature is fallin in love ; and where ' tis fall'n , It sends some precious instance of
itself After the thing it loves . Oph . They bore him bare - fac'd on the bier , And on
his Grave remains many a tear ; Fare you well , my dove ! Laer . Had's thou thy ...
Nature is fallin in love ; and where ' tis fall'n , It sends some precious instance of
itself After the thing it loves . Oph . They bore him bare - fac'd on the bier , And on
his Grave remains many a tear ; Fare you well , my dove ! Laer . Had's thou thy ...
Page 335
What I have done , Tbat might your Nature , Honour , and Exception Roughly
awake , I here proclaim was madness : Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? never ,
Hamlet . If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away , And , when he's not himself , does
...
What I have done , Tbat might your Nature , Honour , and Exception Roughly
awake , I here proclaim was madness : Was't Hamlet wrong'd Laertes ? never ,
Hamlet . If Hamlet from himself be ta'en away , And , when he's not himself , does
...
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Page 65 - Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.
Page 144 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O! be some other name: What's in a name?
Page 274 - 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. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus: but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Page 275 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted, and bellowed, that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 285 - 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 324 - 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 242 - 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 423 - But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live, or bear no life ; The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up...
Page 136 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 286 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Works of Shakespear: Troilus and Cressida. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello Volume 9 of The Works of Shakespear, William Shakespeare |
| Author | William Shakespeare |
| Publisher | Robert Martin, 1768 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 29 Dec 2006 |
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