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Page 11
... are the same in both texts, although in the elder confusion and corruption may
precede and follow them. Of the few stage directions there are enough which
record a spectator's impression, instead of issuing a stage manager's order, to
show ...
... are the same in both texts, although in the elder confusion and corruption may
precede and follow them. Of the few stage directions there are enough which
record a spectator's impression, instead of issuing a stage manager's order, to
show ...
Page 13
... lines and the seven which follow them in the perfect soliloquy. The rest is all
tangled and disordered, though but slightly defective, and shows in its very
confusion of parts that it represents the perfect speech. Notice the misplacement
of lines, ...
... lines and the seven which follow them in the perfect soliloquy. The rest is all
tangled and disordered, though but slightly defective, and shows in its very
confusion of parts that it represents the perfect speech. Notice the misplacement
of lines, ...
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Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our
worth, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death Our State to be disjoint and out
of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester
...
Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our
worth, Or thinking, by our late dear brother's death Our State to be disjoint and out
of frame, Colleagued with the dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester
...
Page 43
This above all, - to thine own self be true ; And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in
thee! Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you : go
...
This above all, - to thine own self be true ; And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man. Farewell: my blessing season this in
thee! Laer. Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. Pol. The time invites you : go
...
Page 47
... As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Mar. Look, with what
courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it. Hor. Do not, my
lord. Ham.
... As if it some impartment did desire To you alone. Mar. Look, with what
courteous action It waves you to a more removed ground: But do not go with it.
Hor. No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak; then will I follow it. Hor. Do not, my
lord. Ham.
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Page 83 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
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| Title | THE WORKS OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE VOL. XI |
| Author | RICHARD GRANT WHITE |
| Published | 1862 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 23 Nov 2005 |
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