Shakspearian Reader: A Collection of the Most Approved Plays of Shakspeare; Carefully Revised, with Introductory Notes, and a Memoir of the AuthorD. Appleton & Company, 1857 - Počet stran: 469 |
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Strana 3
... look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me ...
... look , where it comes again ! Enter Ghost . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : it harrows me ...
Strana 5
... look , the morn , in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill : Break we our watch up ; and , by my advice , Let us impart what we have seen to - night Unto young Hamlet for , upon my life , This spirit , dumb to ...
... look , the morn , in russet mantle clad , Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill : Break we our watch up ; and , by my advice , Let us impart what we have seen to - night Unto young Hamlet for , upon my life , This spirit , dumb to ...
Strana 6
... look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ever , with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st , ' tis common ; all that live , must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is ...
... look like a friend on Denmark . Do not , for ever , with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust : Thou know'st , ' tis common ; all that live , must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is ...
Strana 12
... Look , my lord , it comes ! Ham . 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 he Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such ...
... Look , my lord , it comes ! Ham . 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 he Be thy intents wicked , or charitable , Thou com'st in such ...
Strana 15
... my own poor part , Look you , I will go pray . Hor . These are but wild and whirling words , my lord . Ham . I am sorry they offend you , heartily ; yes , ' Faith , heartily . Hor . There's no offence , my lord . Ham HAMLET . 15.
... my own poor part , Look you , I will go pray . Hor . These are but wild and whirling words , my lord . Ham . I am sorry they offend you , heartily ; yes , ' Faith , heartily . Hor . There's no offence , my lord . Ham HAMLET . 15.
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Strana 27 - 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 undiscover'd 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 ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn...
Strana 344 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Strana 442 - Love thyself last ; cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's; then, if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Strana 328 - Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar I have not slept Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream : The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council ; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
Strana 29 - And let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them; for there be of them that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too, though in the mean time some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villainous, and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Strana 34 - 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 ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strana 116 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons' difference : as the icy fang And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say, This is no flattery : these are counsellors That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Strana 125 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well...
Strana 25 - I'll observe his looks; I'll tent him to the quick; if he do blench, I know my course. The spirit, that I have seen, May be a devil: and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and, perhaps, Out of my weakness, and my melancholy, (As he is very potent with such spirits,) Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: The play's the thing, Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Strana 37 - Ham. Look here, upon this picture, and on this ; The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command ; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.