The plays of William Shakspeare, pr. from the text of the corrected copies left by G. Steevens and E. Malone, with a selection of notes from the most eminent commentors by A. Chalmers, Volume 8 |
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... Sword . Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; O , vassal ! miscreant ! Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow 8 Reverbs ] This is , perhaps , a word of the poet's own making , meaning the ...
... Sword . Thou swear'st thy gods in vain . Lear . Alb . Corn . Dear sir , forbear . Kent . Do ; O , vassal ! miscreant ! Kill thy physician , and the fee bestow 8 Reverbs ] This is , perhaps , a word of the poet's own making , meaning the ...
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... sword upon you : - Draw : Seem to defend yourself : Now quit you well . Yield : come before my father ; - Light , ho , here ! - Fly , brother ; - Torches ! torches ! -So , farewell . — [ Exit EDGAR . Some blood drawn on me would beget ...
... sword upon you : - Draw : Seem to defend yourself : Now quit you well . Yield : come before my father ; - Light , ho , here ! - Fly , brother ; - Torches ! torches ! -So , farewell . — [ Exit EDGAR . Some blood drawn on me would beget ...
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... sword , he charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd mine , arm : But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , rous'd to the encounter , Or whether gasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glo ...
... sword , he charges home My unprovided body , lanc'd mine , arm : But when he saw my best alarum'd spirits , Bold in the quarrel's right , rous'd to the encounter , Or whether gasted by the noise I made , Full suddenly he fled . Glo ...
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... Sword . Stew . Away ; I have nothing to do with thee . Kent . Draw , you rascal : you come with letters against the king ; and take vanity the puppet's part ' , against the royalty of her father : Draw , you rogue , or I'll so carbonado ...
... Sword . Stew . Away ; I have nothing to do with thee . Kent . Draw , you rascal : you come with letters against the king ; and take vanity the puppet's part ' , against the royalty of her father : Draw , you rogue , or I'll so carbonado ...
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... sword , Who wears no honesty . Such smiling rogues as these , Like rats , oft bite the holy cords in twain Which are too intrinse1 t'unloose : smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebels ; Bring oil to fire , snow to ...
... sword , Who wears no honesty . Such smiling rogues as these , Like rats , oft bite the holy cords in twain Which are too intrinse1 t'unloose : smooth every passion That in the natures of their lords rebels ; Bring oil to fire , snow to ...
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ancient art thou BENVOLIO better blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Corn Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth Duke Edmund Emil EMILIA Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hath hear heart heaven hither honest honour Horatio i'the Iago is't JOHNSON Juliet Kent king knave lady Laer Laertes Lear look lord madam MALONE Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio Moor murder never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia Othello play poison'd POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray Queen Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare signifies soul speak sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast thought to-night Tybalt villain wife word
Popular passages
Page 399 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 325 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the 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 314 - peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for nothing...
Page 112 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For, as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Page 286 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
Page 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Page 339 - 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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on.
Page 118 - I'll kneel down And ask of thee forgiveness: so we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too, — Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out; — And take...
Page 306 - ... 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 vapors.
Page 386 - 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?