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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... sword . Mar. We have sworn , my Lord , already . Ham . Indeed , upon my sword , indeed . Ghost . [ Beneath . ] Swear . Ham . Ha , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true - penny ? Come on , you hear this fellow in the ...
... sword . Mar. We have sworn , my Lord , already . Ham . Indeed , upon my sword , indeed . Ghost . [ Beneath . ] Swear . Ham . Ha , ha , boy ! say'st thou so ? art thou there , true - penny ? Come on , you hear this fellow in the ...
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... sword : Swear by my sword , Never to speak of this that you have heard . Ghost . Beneath . ] Swear by his sword . Ham . Well said , old mole ! can'st work i'the earth so fast ? Once more remove , good A worthy pioneer ! - friends . Hor ...
... sword : Swear by my sword , Never to speak of this that you have heard . Ghost . Beneath . ] Swear by his sword . Ham . Well said , old mole ! can'st work i'the earth so fast ? Once more remove , good A worthy pioneer ! - friends . Hor ...
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... sword , his antique Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command : Unequal match'd , Pyrrhus at Priam drives : in rage , strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls . Then ...
... sword , his antique Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command : Unequal match'd , Pyrrhus at Priam drives : in rage , strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls . Then ...
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... sword Now falls on Priam . Out , out , thou strumpet , Fortune ! All you gods , In general synod , take away her power ; Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel , And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven , As low as to ...
... sword Now falls on Priam . Out , out , thou strumpet , Fortune ! All you gods , In general synod , take away her power ; Break all the spokes and fellies from her wheel , And bowl the round nave down the hill of heaven , As low as to ...
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... sword her husband's limbs ; - The instant burst of clamour that she made , ( Unless things mortal move them not at all , ) Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . Pol . Look , whether he has not turn ...
... sword her husband's limbs ; - The instant burst of clamour that she made , ( Unless things mortal move them not at all , ) Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . Pol . Look , whether he has not turn ...
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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?