The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, Volume 10H. Durell, 1818 |
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... dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear , and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor ...
... dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . * Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear , and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. Speak to it , Horatio . Hor ...
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... dead hour , With martial stalk , hath he gone by our watch . Hor . In what particular thought to work , I know not : ? But , in the gross and scope of mine opinion , 8 This bodes some strange eruption to our state . Mar. Good now , sit ...
... dead hour , With martial stalk , hath he gone by our watch . Hor . In what particular thought to work , I know not : ? But , in the gross and scope of mine opinion , 8 This bodes some strange eruption to our state . Mar. Good now , sit ...
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... dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets . As , stars with trains of fire and dews of blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star , * Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands , Was sick almost to dooms - day with ...
... dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets . As , stars with trains of fire and dews of blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star , * Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands , Was sick almost to dooms - day with ...
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... dead , a fault to nature , To 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 ...
... dead , a fault to nature , To 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 ...
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... dead ! -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven ' Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I ...
... dead ! -nay , not so much , not two : So excellent a king ; that was , to this , Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother , That he might not beteem the winds of heaven ' Visit her face too roughly . Heaven and earth ! Must I ...
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Page 95 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred 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...
Page 22 - I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul ; freeze thy young blood ; Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres; Thy knotted and combined locks to part, And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine...
Page 39 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and, indeed, it goes so heavily with my disposition, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 12 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 46 - 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.
Page 52 - O, it offends me to the soul, to hear a robustious, periwigpated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings; who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise.
Page 128 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs : She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange ; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man...
Page 126 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her : The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 110 - Let four captains Bear Hamlet, like a soldier, to the stage ; For he was likely, had he been put on, To have prov'd most royally : and, for his passage, The soldiers' music, and the rites of war, Speak loudly for him.
Page 62 - 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.