The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others, المجلد 10H. Durell, 1818 |
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others William Shakespeare. NYPL RESEARCH LIBRARIES 3 3433 07490051 9 LENOX LIBRARY AUCTOR PRETIOSA FACIT Lenox Collection . 1870 .
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others William Shakespeare. NYPL RESEARCH LIBRARIES 3 3433 07490051 9 LENOX LIBRARY AUCTOR PRETIOSA FACIT Lenox Collection . 1870 .
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others William Shakespeare. 2 10 THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF William Shakespeare , IN TEN.
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Dr. Johnson, G. Steevens, and Others William Shakespeare. 2 10 THE DRAMATIC WORKS OF William Shakespeare , IN TEN.
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... Shakespeare. Hor . Before my God , I might not this believe . Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ...
... Shakespeare. Hor . Before my God , I might not this believe . Without the sensible and true avouch Of mine own eyes . Mar. Is it not like the king ? Hor . As thou art to thyself : Such was the very armour he had on , When he the ...
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... Shakespeare. Pol . He hath , my lord , wrung from me my slow leave , By laboursome petition ; and , at last , Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent : I do beseech you , give him leave to go . King . Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time ...
... Shakespeare. Pol . He hath , my lord , wrung from me my slow leave , By laboursome petition ; and , at last , Upon his will I seal'd my hard consent : I do beseech you , give him leave to go . King . Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time ...
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... Shakespeare. But what , in faith , make you from Wittenberg ? Hor . A truant disposition , good my lord . Ham . I would not hear your enemy say so ; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence , To make it truster of your own report Against ...
... Shakespeare. But what , in faith , make you from Wittenberg ? Hor . A truant disposition , good my lord . Ham . I would not hear your enemy say so ; Nor shall you do mine ear that violence , To make it truster of your own report Against ...
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ancient Bawd Ben Jonson beseech Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fortune Gent gentlemen give Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath hear heart heaven Helicanus honest honour Horatio husband i'the Iago is't John Shakespeare JOHNSON King Henry lady Laer Laertes lago look lord LYSIMACHUS MALONE Marina marry means Michael Cassio mistress Mitylene Moor murder never night noble Ophelia Othello Pentapolis Pericles play poet POLONIUS pr'ythee pray prince prince of Tyre Queen Roderigo ROSENCRANTZ SCENE Shakespeare signifies soul speak STEEVENS sweet sword tell Thaisa Tharsus thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tyre villain WARBURTON wife word
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.