The Plays of William Shakspeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of Mr. Steeven's Last Edition, with a Selection of the Most Important Notes, Volumen17Gerhard Fleischer the Younger, 1811 |
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... affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft before ...
... affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon : Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes : The canker galls the infants of the spring , Too oft before ...
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... affection to me . Pol . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted in such perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? Oph . I do not know , my Lord , what I should think . Pol . Marry , I'll ...
... affection to me . Pol . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted in such perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? Oph . I do not know , my Lord , what I should think . Pol . Marry , I'll ...
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... affection : but call'd it , an honest method , as wholesome as sweet , and by very much more handsome than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved : ' twas Ae- neas ' tale to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially , where he speaks of ...
... affection : but call'd it , an honest method , as wholesome as sweet , and by very much more handsome than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved : ' twas Ae- neas ' tale to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially , where he speaks of ...
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... affections do not that way tend ; Nor what he spake , though it lack'd form a little , Was not like madness . There's something in his soul , O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch , and the disclose ...
... affections do not that way tend ; Nor what he spake , though it lack'd form a little , Was not like madness . There's something in his soul , O'er which his melancholy sits on brood ; And , I do doubt , the hatch , and the disclose ...
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... affection , Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone , Convert his gyves to graces ; so that my arrows , Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind , Would have reverted to my bow again , And not where I had aim'd them . Laer . And ...
... affection , Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone , Convert his gyves to graces ; so that my arrows , Too slightly timber'd for so loud a wind , Would have reverted to my bow again , And not where I had aim'd them . Laer . And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
Página 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 ?
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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?