The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volume 17Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1811 |
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... sense , Why should we , in our peevish opposition , Take it to heart ? Fie ! ' tis a fault to heaven ” , A fault against the dead , a fault to nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath ...
... sense , Why should we , in our peevish opposition , Take it to heart ? Fie ! ' tis a fault to heaven ” , A fault against the dead , a fault to nature , To reason most absurd ; whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath ...
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... sense . Queen . What have I done , that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me ? Ham . Such an act , That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue , hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an ...
... sense . Queen . What have I done , that thou dar'st wag thy tongue In noise so rude against me ? Ham . Such an act , That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue , hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an ...
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... Sense , sure , you have , Else , could you not have motion : But , sure , that sense Is apoplex'd for madness would not err ; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd , But it reserv'd some quantity of choice , To serve in such a ...
... Sense , sure , you have , Else , could you not have motion : But , sure , that sense Is apoplex'd for madness would not err ; Nor sense to ecstasy was ne'er so thrall'd , But it reserv'd some quantity of choice , To serve in such a ...
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... sense doth eat Of habit's devil , is angel yet in this ; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock , or livery , That aptly is put on : Refrain to night ; - And that shall lend a kind of easiness - 1 To the next ...
... sense doth eat Of habit's devil , is angel yet in this ; That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock , or livery , That aptly is put on : Refrain to night ; - And that shall lend a kind of easiness - 1 To the next ...
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... sense , and secrecy , Unpeg the basket on the house's top , Let the birds fly ; and , like the famous ape , To try conclusions , in the basket creep , And break your own neck down . Queen . Be thou assur'd , if words be made of breath ...
... sense , and secrecy , Unpeg the basket on the house's top , Let the birds fly ; and , like the famous ape , To try conclusions , in the basket creep , And break your own neck down . Queen . Be thou assur'd , if words be made of breath ...
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alludes ancient appears bare bodkin believe Ben Jonson blood called character common corruption Cymbeline daughter dead dear death Denmark doth doubt drink Eastward Hoe edition England Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Fortinbras Ghost give grace Guil Hamlet Hanmer hast hath hear heart heaven heraldry honour Horatio i'the is't JOHNSON judgement King Laer Laertes look madness MALONE Marcellus MASON means meant mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er observed old copies Ophelia Osrick passage perhaps phrase play players poet poet's poison'd Polonius pray Prince Pyrrhus quarto Queen racter revenge RITSON ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN sables scene seems sense Shakspeare Shakspeare's signifies sleep soul speak speech spirit STEEVENS suppose sweet sword tell thee Theobald There's thing thou thought tion TOLLET tongue true WARBURTON word
Popular passages
Page 131 - 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, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Page 66 - ... 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 89 - They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way, And marshal me to knavery. Let it work, For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar : and 't shall go hard, But I will delve one yard below their mines, And blow them at the moon.
Page 27 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away.
Page 96 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Page 21 - Are most select and generous, chief in that. Neither a borrower nor a lender be ; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all : to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Page 84 - Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty ; Calls virtue hypocrite ; takes off the rose From the fair forehead of an innocent love, And sets a blister there ; makes marriage-vows As false as dicers...
Page 14 - 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...
Page 183 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 25 - Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements?