A New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Hamlet, pt.1Lippincott, 1877 |
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... MOBERLY : As we say , ' something like him . ' 20. COLERIDGE ( p . 149 ) : The actor should be careful to distinguish the expecta- tion and gladness of Bernardo's ' Welcome , Horatio ! ' from the mere courtesy of his Welcome , good ...
... MOBERLY : As we say , ' something like him . ' 20. COLERIDGE ( p . 149 ) : The actor should be careful to distinguish the expecta- tion and gladness of Bernardo's ' Welcome , Horatio ! ' from the mere courtesy of his Welcome , good ...
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... Ham . III , iii , 75 ; V , i , 77 , or AB- BOTT , 329. ED . ] 46. usurp'st ] MOBERLY : Zeugma : the Ghost invades the night and assumes the form of the king . Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee , ACT I , SC . i . ] 9 HAMLET.
... Ham . III , iii , 75 ; V , i , 77 , or AB- BOTT , 329. ED . ] 46. usurp'st ] MOBERLY : Zeugma : the Ghost invades the night and assumes the form of the king . Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee , ACT I , SC . i . ] 9 HAMLET.
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... MOBERLY : Law would be wanted to draw up accurately the contract , heraldry to give it a binding force in honour ; as the court of chivalry has cognizance of con- tracts touching deeds of arms or of war out of the realm . ' 89. seized ...
... MOBERLY : Law would be wanted to draw up accurately the contract , heraldry to give it a binding force in honour ; as the court of chivalry has cognizance of con- tracts touching deeds of arms or of war out of the realm . ' 89. seized ...
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... MOBERLY : For no pay but their keep . Being landless , they have nothing to lose , and the war would at the worst feed them . 100. stomach ] JOHNSON : Constancy , resolution . DYCE : Stubborn resolution or courage . CALDECOTT : The ...
... MOBERLY : For no pay but their keep . Being landless , they have nothing to lose , and the war would at the worst feed them . 100. stomach ] JOHNSON : Constancy , resolution . DYCE : Stubborn resolution or courage . CALDECOTT : The ...
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... MOBERLY agrees with Malone in supplying the missing line from the corresponding passage in Jul . Cas . , if a line be really lost . CLARENDON : Sh . had probably in his mind the passage in North's Plutarch , Ful . Cas . p . 739 ( ed ...
... MOBERLY agrees with Malone in supplying the missing line from the corresponding passage in Jul . Cas . , if a line be really lost . CLARENDON : Sh . had probably in his mind the passage in North's Plutarch , Ful . Cas . p . 739 ( ed ...
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Page 199 - 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: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 397 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...
Page 126 - He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Page 44 - 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!
Page 279 - 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...
Page 233 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 291 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Page 271 - 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.
Page 25 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad ; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time. HOR. So have I heard and do in part believe it. But look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill...
Page 396 - 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...