The Dramatic Works of William Shakespeare, in Ten Volumes: Hamlet. Othello. Pericles, prince of TyreCollins & Hannay, 1823 |
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... Night - Raven , is this couplet : " I will not cry Hamlet , Revenge my greeves , " But I will call Hangman , Revenge on thieves . " STEEVENS . Surely no satire was intended in Eastward Hoe , which was acted at Shakespeare's own ...
... Night - Raven , is this couplet : " I will not cry Hamlet , Revenge my greeves , " But I will call Hangman , Revenge on thieves . " STEEVENS . Surely no satire was intended in Eastward Hoe , which was acted at Shakespeare's own ...
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... night . Mar. O , farewell , honest soldier : Who hath reliev'd you ? Fran . Bernardo hath my place . Give you good night . Mar. Holla ! Bernardo ! Ber . Say , What , is Horatio there ? Hor . A piece of him . [ Exit . Ber . Welcome ...
... night . Mar. O , farewell , honest soldier : Who hath reliev'd you ? Fran . Bernardo hath my place . Give you good night . Mar. Holla ! Bernardo ! Ber . Say , What , is Horatio there ? Hor . A piece of him . [ Exit . Ber . Welcome ...
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... nights have seen . Hor . Well , sit we down , And let us hear Bernardo speak of this . Ber . Last night of all , When yon same star , that's westward from the pole , Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns ...
... nights have seen . Hor . Well , sit we down , And let us hear Bernardo speak of this . Ber . Last night of all , When yon same star , that's westward from the pole , Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns ...
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... night joint - labourer with the day ; Who is't , that can inform me ? Hor . That can I ; At least , the whisper goes so . Our last king , Whose image but even now appear'd to us , Was , as you know , by Fortinbras of Norway , Thereto ...
... night joint - labourer with the day ; Who is't , that can inform me ? Hor . That can I ; At least , the whisper goes so . Our last king , Whose image but even now appear'd to us , Was , as you know , by Fortinbras of Norway , Thereto ...
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... nights together had these gentlemen , Marcellus and Bernardo , on their watch , In the dead waist and middle of the night , Been thus encounter'd . A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before ...
... nights together had these gentlemen , Marcellus and Bernardo , on their watch , In the dead waist and middle of the night , Been thus encounter'd . A figure like your father , Armed at point , exactly , cap - à - pé , Appears before ...
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ancient Bawd Ben Jonson Boult Brabantio called Cassio Cleon Cyprus daughter dead dear death Desdemona Dionyza dost doth Duke Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras 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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Page 17 - PoLONIUS, and LAERTES. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew !' Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't!
Page 42 - were so honest a man. Ham. Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand". Pol. Honest, my lord ? Pol. That's very true, my lord. Ham. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god, kissing carrion, Have you a daughter
Page 101 - 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.—Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. HOT. What's that, my lord ? Ham. Dost thou think, Alexander looked
Page 56 - Oph. O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword ; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion, and the mould of form, 9 The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down! And I, of ladies most deject and
Page 209 - threw a pearl away, Richer than all his tribe ; of one, whose subdu'd eyes Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum : Set you down this : And say, besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian, and traduc'd the state,
Page 56 - 1 have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in : What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ! We are arrant knaves, all; believe none of us : Go thy ways to a nunnery. Where's your father ? Oph. I was the
Page 71 - My mother stays : This physic but prolongs thy sickly days. [Exit. King. My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go. [Exit. The King rises, and advances. SCENE IV. Another Room in the same. Enter Queen and POLONIUS. Pol. He will come straight Look, you lay
Page 134 - she had something heard, But not intentively : 1 did consent ; And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke, That my youth suffer'd. 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
Page 85 - Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray, let us have no words of this ; but when they ask you, what it means, say you this : Good morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's day,
Page 58 - may give it smoothness. 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 ;' who, for the most part, are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb shows, and noise : I would have such a fellow whipped for o'er-doing Termagant ; it outherods Herod