The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare: King Lear. Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. OthelloPhillips, Sampson, 1851 - 38 páginas |
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... folio , " we shall retain . ” 2 " All the titles belonging to a king . " 99 3 By " the execution of the rest , " all the other functions of the kingly office are probably meant . 4 The folio reads , " reserve thy state ; " and has falls ...
... folio , " we shall retain . ” 2 " All the titles belonging to a king . " 99 3 By " the execution of the rest , " all the other functions of the kingly office are probably meant . 4 The folio reads , " reserve thy state ; " and has falls ...
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... folio reads " disasters . " By diseases are meant uneasinesses , inconveniences . 4 The quartos read " Friendship ; " and in the next line , instead of " dear shelter , " " protection . ” ་་་ .VO ད་ --- PTa- ཡང་ སྐར “ ཕྱམ་ AR % ¢ -T { n ...
... folio reads " disasters . " By diseases are meant uneasinesses , inconveniences . 4 The quartos read " Friendship ; " and in the next line , instead of " dear shelter , " " protection . ” ་་་ .VO ད་ --- PTa- ཡང་ སྐར “ ཕྱམ་ AR % ¢ -T { n ...
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... folio has regards . 2 Here and where have the power of nouns . 3nn # v • 2-15 རཱག ཞཨཱམྦཱསུ ནཱལ ག་ ཐལ་ བར 252NE { གཅུག = ¥ { « = 22tUn ### E : 221526957 པུ 75108 དྲག } 4 ལུ t2 / 74972 = J * 2 % t ཆན་ And , like a sister , am most loath ...
... folio has regards . 2 Here and where have the power of nouns . 3nn # v • 2-15 རཱག ཞཨཱམྦཱསུ ནཱལ ག་ ཐལ་ བར 252NE { གཅུག = ¥ { « = 22tUn ### E : 221526957 པུ 75108 དྲག } 4 ལུ t2 / 74972 = J * 2 % t ཆན་ And , like a sister , am most loath ...
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... folio . The quartos read : - " And well are worth the worth that you have wanted . " The meaning of the passage , as it now stands in the text , is , " You well deserve to want that dower , which you have lost by having failed in your ...
... folio . The quartos read : - " And well are worth the worth that you have wanted . " The meaning of the passage , as it now stands in the text , is , " You well deserve to want that dower , which you have lost by having failed in your ...
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... folio edition commonly differs from the first quarto , by aug- mentations or insertions ; but in this place , it varies by the omission of all between brackets . 2 For cohorts some editors read courts . 3 i . e . temperate . All between ...
... folio edition commonly differs from the first quarto , by aug- mentations or insertions ; but in this place , it varies by the omission of all between brackets . 2 For cohorts some editors read courts . 3 i . e . temperate . All between ...
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art thou Benvolio blood Brabantio CAPULET Cassio Cordelia Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona dost thou doth duke Edmund Emil Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear folio reads fool Fortinbras friar Gent gentleman give Gloster GONERIL grief Hamlet hand hath hear heart Heaven Horatio Iago is't Juliet Kent king King Lear knave lady Laer Laertes Lear letter look lord madam Mantua marry matter means Mercutio Michael Cassio murder never night noble Nurse o'er old copies Ophelia Othello play POLONIUS poor Pr'ythee pray quarto reads Queen Regan Roderigo Romeo SCENE Shakspeare soul speak speech Steevens sweet sword tell thee there's thine thing thou art thou hast to-night Tybalt Verona villain wife word
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Página 306 - 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 ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing...
Página 208 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Página 456 - 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.
Página 331 - In the corrupted currents of this world, Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd, Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Página 72 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 13 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty : Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Página 349 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 431 - Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear, My soul hath her content so absolute That not another comfort like to this Succeeds in unknown fate.
Página 133 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Página 169 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...