The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, Volume 14G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
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Page 123
... Laer . How came he dead ? I'll not be juggled with : To hell , allegiance ; vows , to the blackest devil ! Conscience , and grace , to the profoundest pit ! I dare damnation : To this point I stand , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ! 123.
... Laer . How came he dead ? I'll not be juggled with : To hell , allegiance ; vows , to the blackest devil ! Conscience , and grace , to the profoundest pit ! I dare damnation : To this point I stand , PRINCE OF DENMARK . ! 123.
Page 146
... devil take thy soul ! [ Grappling with him . Ham . Thou pray'st not well . I pr'ythee , take thy fingers from my throat ; For , though I am not splenetive and rash , Yet have I in me something dangerous , Which let thy wisdom fear ...
... devil take thy soul ! [ Grappling with him . Ham . Thou pray'st not well . I pr'ythee , take thy fingers from my throat ; For , though I am not splenetive and rash , Yet have I in me something dangerous , Which let thy wisdom fear ...
Page 183
... mother's cheerful looks : two months was long enough in conscience to make any dead husband forgotten . But the editors , in their nonsensical blunder ; have 1 : made Hamlet say just the contrary . That the devil ANNOTATIONS . 183.
... mother's cheerful looks : two months was long enough in conscience to make any dead husband forgotten . But the editors , in their nonsensical blunder ; have 1 : made Hamlet say just the contrary . That the devil ANNOTATIONS . 183.
Page 184
... devil and he would both go into mourning , though his mo ther did not . The true reading is , -Nay , then let the devil wear black , ' fore I'll have a suit of sable . ' Fore , i . e . before . As much as to say , Let the devil wear ...
... devil and he would both go into mourning , though his mo ther did not . The true reading is , -Nay , then let the devil wear black , ' fore I'll have a suit of sable . ' Fore , i . e . before . As much as to say , Let the devil wear ...
Page 219
... devil will make a grandsire of you : Arise , I say . Bra . What , have you lost your wits ? Rod . Most reverend signior , do you know my voice ? Bra . Not I ; What are you ? Rod . My name is - Roderigo . Bra . The worse welcome : I have ...
... devil will make a grandsire of you : Arise , I say . Bra . What , have you lost your wits ? Rod . Most reverend signior , do you know my voice ? Bra . Not I ; What are you ? Rod . My name is - Roderigo . Bra . The worse welcome : I have ...
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth drink Duke Emil Emilia Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras foul gentleman Ghost give grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief Hanmer hath hear heart heaven honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't JOHNSON kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look lord madam madness marry means Michael Cassio Moor murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osrick play poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE sense Shakspeare soul speak speech STEEVENS sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thought to-night true Venice villain WARBURTON what's wife word
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Page 156 - 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.
Page 282 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Page 34 - 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 353 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 234 - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
Page 79 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as 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.
Page 102 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 94 - 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.
Page 74 - tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream; ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Page 143 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?