The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, المجلد 8C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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الصفحة 110
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence , though willingly I came to Denmark To fhew my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confefs , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again tow'rd ...
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence , though willingly I came to Denmark To fhew my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confefs , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again tow'rd ...
الصفحة 117
... Laer . And Houfe . Enter Laertes and Ophelia . neceffaries are imbark'd , farewel ; M'And , fifter , as the winds give benefit , convoy is affiftant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet ...
... Laer . And Houfe . Enter Laertes and Ophelia . neceffaries are imbark'd , farewel ; M'And , fifter , as the winds give benefit , convoy is affiftant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet ...
الصفحة 118
... puft and carelefs libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks nót his own reed . Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Enter Polonius . I ftay too long ; -but here 118 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
... puft and carelefs libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks nót his own reed . Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Enter Polonius . I ftay too long ; -but here 118 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
الصفحة 120
... Laer . Moft humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invefts you ; go , your fervants tend . ( 7 ) Laer . Farewel , Ophelia , and remember well What I have faid . Oph . ' Tis in my mem❜ry lockt , And you yourself fhall keep ...
... Laer . Moft humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invefts you ; go , your fervants tend . ( 7 ) Laer . Farewel , Ophelia , and remember well What I have faid . Oph . ' Tis in my mem❜ry lockt , And you yourself fhall keep ...
الصفحة 194
... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! ftand you all without . All . No , let's come in . ( 27 ) The Ratifiers and Props ... Laer . Laer . I pray you , give me leave . 194 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
... Laer . Where is this King ? Sirs ! ftand you all without . All . No , let's come in . ( 27 ) The Ratifiers and Props ... Laer . Laer . I pray you , give me leave . 194 HAMLET , Prince of Denmark .
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الصفحة 32 - 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?
الصفحة 190 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
الصفحة 251 - That I did love the Moor to live with him, My downright violence and storm of fortunes May trumpet to the world ; my heart's subdued Even to the very quality of my lord : I saw Othello's visage in his mind ; And to his honours, and his valiant parts, Did I my soul and fortunes consecrate.
الصفحة 210 - 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
الصفحة 114 - ... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.
الصفحة 175 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice; And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law. But 'tis not...
الصفحة 160 - 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.
الصفحة 120 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.
الصفحة 66 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
الصفحة 36 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.