The plays of William Shakspeare, with the corrections and illustr. of various commentators, to which are added notes by S. Johnson and G. Steevens, revised and augmented by I. Reed, with a glossarial index, Volume 15 |
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... thee to bed , Fran- cisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Ber . Well , good night . Not a mouse stirring . If you do meet Horatio and ...
... thee to bed , Fran- cisco . Fran . For this relief , much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have you had quiet guard ? Fran . Ber . Well , good night . Not a mouse stirring . If you do meet Horatio and ...
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... thee off ; look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio.2 Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like ...
... thee off ; look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio.2 Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like ...
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... thee , speak . Mar. It is offended . Ber . See ! it stalks away . Hor . Stay ; speak : speak ; I charge thee , speak . Mar. ' Tis gone , and will not answer . [ Exit Ghost . Ber . How now , Horatio ? you tremble , and look pale : Is not ...
... thee , speak . Mar. It is offended . Ber . See ! it stalks away . Hor . Stay ; speak : speak ; I charge thee , speak . Mar. ' Tis gone , and will not answer . [ Exit Ghost . Ber . How now , Horatio ? you tremble , and look pale : Is not ...
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... thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou hast uphoarded3 in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which ...
... thee do ease , and grace to me , Speak to me : If thou art privy to thy country's fate , Which , happily , foreknowing may avoid , O , speak ! Or , if thou hast uphoarded3 in thy life Extorted treasure in the womb of earth , For which ...
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... thee , [ for I hate thee , as being the person who has entered into an incestu- ous marriage with my mother ] . Or , if we understand kind in its ancient sense , then the meaning will be , -I am more than thy kinsman , for I am thy step ...
... thee , [ for I hate thee , as being the person who has entered into an incestu- ous marriage with my mother ] . Or , if we understand kind in its ancient sense , then the meaning will be , -I am more than thy kinsman , for I am thy step ...
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Alcib Alcibiades alludes ancient Apem Apemantus appears Athens believe Ben Jonson blood called corruption Cymbeline dead death dost doth drink edition editors emendation Enter Exeunt Exit expression eyes father Flav fool fortune friends gentlemen Ghost give gods gold grace Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hast hath heart heaven honest honour Horatio Johnson Julius Cæsar King Henry King Lear Laer Laertes lord madness Malone Mason means nature never noble observed old copy omitted Ophelia Othello passage perhaps phrase play players poet Polonius prince quarto Queen Rape of Lucrece Ritson Rosencrantz says scene seems sense Serv servants Shak Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies Sir Thomas Hanmer soul speak speech Steevens suppose sword tell thee Theobald thine thing thou art thought Timon Timon of Athens tion Troilus and Cressida true villain Warburton word
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Page 53 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness...
Page 29 - Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Page 137 - And let those, that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them:' for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 181 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire. Proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn And reason panders will. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Page 23 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly: These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play : But I have that within, which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 87 - Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Page 136 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 162 - 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...
Page 29 - 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! A little month or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body Like Niobe all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason...
Page 202 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal, and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.