The Pictorial edition of the works of Shakspere, ed. by C. Knight. [8 vols., including a vol. entitled William Shakspere, by C. Knight]. [8 vols. The vol. containing the biogr. is of the 3rd ed.]. |
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Page 51
... better temper'd . Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady that in thy life lives , " By doing damned hate upon thyself ? Why rail'st thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ? Since birth , and heaven , and ...
... better temper'd . Hast thou slain Tybalt ? wilt thou slay thyself ? And slay thy lady that in thy life lives , " By doing damned hate upon thyself ? Why rail'st thou on thy birth , the heaven , and earth ? Since birth , and heaven , and ...
Page 109
... better to beguile . This is for all , — I would not , in plain terms , from this time forth , Have you so slander any moment's leisure , As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet . Look to ' t , I charge you ; come your ways . Oph ...
... better to beguile . This is for all , — I would not , in plain terms , from this time forth , Have you so slander any moment's leisure , As to give words or talk with the lord Hamlet . Look to ' t , I charge you ; come your ways . Oph ...
Page 121
... better proposer could charge you withal , be even and direct with me , whether you were sent for , or no ? Ros . What say you ? [ To GUILDENSTERN , Ham . Nay , then I have an eye of you ; [ Aside . ] —if you love me , hold not off ...
... better proposer could charge you withal , be even and direct with me , whether you were sent for , or no ? Ros . What say you ? [ To GUILDENSTERN , Ham . Nay , then I have an eye of you ; [ Aside . ] —if you love me , hold not off ...
Page 122
... better both ways . Ros . I think , their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation . Ham . Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city ? Are they so followed ? Ros . No , indeed , they are not . Ham . How ...
... better both ways . Ros . I think , their inhibition comes by the means of the late innovation . Ham . Do they hold the same estimation they did when I was in the city ? Are they so followed ? Ros . No , indeed , they are not . Ham . How ...
Page 124
... Better , in the folio ; in quartos , much better . whipping ! Use them after your own honour and dignity : The less they deserve , the more merit is in your bounty . Take them in . Pol . Come , sirs . [ Exit POLONIUS with some of the ...
... Better , in the folio ; in quartos , much better . whipping ! Use them after your own honour and dignity : The less they deserve , the more merit is in your bounty . Take them in . Pol . Come , sirs . [ Exit POLONIUS with some of the ...
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Page 127 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 424 - Stain my man's cheeks !— No, you unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you both, That all the world shall — I will do such things — What they are yet I know not ; but they shall be The terrors of the earth. You think...
Page 155 - 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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
Page 87 - But when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea, shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds! Frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate, The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Page 122 - 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 ? He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 54 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 16 - Hath borne his faculties so meek," hath been . So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off : And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, hors'd Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind.
Page 104 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must 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 122 - O, what a rogue and 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...
Page 129 - 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'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: Pray you, avoid it.