The Plays of William Shakspeare. In Fifteen Volumes: Hamlet. OthelloH. Baldwin, 1793 - English drama |
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William Shakespeare George Steevens. • How weary , ftale , flat , and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in na- ture , Poffefs ...
William Shakespeare George Steevens. • How weary , ftale , flat , and unprofitable Seem to me all the ufes of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! ' tis an unweeded garden , That grows to feed ; things rank , and grofs in na- ture , Poffefs ...
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... how to take the German's upfy freeze , the Danish roufa , the Switzer's ftoop of rhenish , " & c . STEEVENS . 4 Keeps waffel , ] See Vol . VII . p . 396 , n . 4. Again , in The Hog hath loft his Pearl , 1614 : By Croefus name and by his ...
... how to take the German's upfy freeze , the Danish roufa , the Switzer's ftoop of rhenish , " & c . STEEVENS . 4 Keeps waffel , ] See Vol . VII . p . 396 , n . 4. Again , in The Hog hath loft his Pearl , 1614 : By Croefus name and by his ...
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... How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted , " In the distraction of this madding fever ! " MALONE . 3 - fretful porcupine : ] The quartos read - fearful & c . Either epithet may ferve . This animal is at once irafcible and ...
... How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted , " In the distraction of this madding fever ! " MALONE . 3 - fretful porcupine : ] The quartos read - fearful & c . Either epithet may ferve . This animal is at once irafcible and ...
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... How fay you then ; would heart of man once think it ? — But you'll be fecret , - HOR . MAR . Ay , by heaven , my lord . HAM . There's ne'er a villain , dwelling in all Denmark , But he's an arrant knave . -come , bird , come . ] This is ...
... How fay you then ; would heart of man once think it ? — But you'll be fecret , - HOR . MAR . Ay , by heaven , my lord . HAM . There's ne'er a villain , dwelling in all Denmark , But he's an arrant knave . -come , bird , come . ] This is ...
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... How now , Ophelia ? what's the matter ? OPH . O , my lord , my lord , I have been fo af- frighted ! -- POL . With what , in the name of heaven ? OPH . My lord , as I was fewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ...
... How now , Ophelia ? what's the matter ? OPH . O , my lord , my lord , I have been fo af- frighted ! -- POL . With what , in the name of heaven ? OPH . My lord , as I was fewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbrac'd ...
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Page 517 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 148 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have...
Page 654 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Page 206 - 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?
Page 342 - 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 ; since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Page 208 - 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 bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Page 418 - The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace ; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 593 - Had it pleased heaven To try me with affliction ; had they rain'd All kinds of sores and shames on my bare head, Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips, Given to captivity me and my utmost hopes, I should have found in some place of my soul A drop of patience...
Page 311 - 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? Not 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. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Page 550 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.