The Plays, المجلد 10Otridge & Rackham, 1824 |
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... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Den- mark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Den- mark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
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... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell 1 ) And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his ...
... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell 1 ) And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his ...
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... Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own read¶ . * Believing . § Most cautious . || Careless . Regards not his own lessons . + Listen to . + Licentious . Laer . O fear me not . I stay too 122 [ ACT I. HAMLET ,
... Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own read¶ . * Believing . § Most cautious . || Careless . Regards not his own lessons . + Listen to . + Licentious . Laer . O fear me not . I stay too 122 [ ACT I. HAMLET ,
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William Shakespeare. Laer . O fear me not . I stay too long ; -But here my father comes . Enter Polonius . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles ... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , SCENE III . ] PRINCE OF DENMARK .
William Shakespeare. Laer . O fear me not . I stay too long ; -But here my father comes . Enter Polonius . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles ... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , SCENE III . ] PRINCE OF DENMARK .
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... Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . ' Tis in my memory lock'd , And you yourself shall keep the key of it . : Laer . Farewell . [ Exit Laertes . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ...
... Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . ' Tis in my memory lock'd , And you yourself shall keep the key of it . : Laer . Farewell . [ Exit Laertes . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ...
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art thou Benvolio beseech blood Brabantio Capulet Cassio Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emil Emilia Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence gentlemen give gone grief Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't Juliet kill'd King kiss lady Lady Capulet Laer Laertes lago live look lord madam Mantua marry Mercutio Michael Cassio Montague Moor mother murder musick never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play Polonius pray Prince Queen Roderigo Romeo Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE soul speak sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Venice villain weep What's wife
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الصفحة 30 - To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! > O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! JuL --
الصفحة 34 - Jul. But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
الصفحة 129 - 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 159 - The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, '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...
الصفحة 67 - 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 21 - O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
الصفحة 31 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
الصفحة 163 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
الصفحة 123 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. 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.
الصفحة 174 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.