The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text of J. Payne Collier, with the Life and Portrait of the Poet, Volym 6Tauchnitz, 1844 |
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... villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables , meet it is , I set it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I am sure , it may be so in Denmark : So , uncle , there you are . Now to my word ...
... villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables , meet it is , I set it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least , I am sure , it may be so in Denmark : So , uncle , there you are . Now to my word ...
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... villain ! Remorseless , treacherous , lecherous , kindless villain ! O , vengeance ! Why , what an ass am I ! This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a ...
... villain ! Remorseless , treacherous , lecherous , kindless villain ! O , vengeance ! Why , what an ass am I ! This is most brave ; That I , the son of a dear father murder'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a ...
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... villain kills my father ; and for that , I , his sole son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this is hire and salary , not revenge . He took my father grossly , full of bread ; With all his crimes broad blown , as flush as ...
... villain kills my father ; and for that , I , his sole son , do this same villain send To heaven . Why , this is hire and salary , not revenge . He took my father grossly , full of bread ; With all his crimes broad blown , as flush as ...
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... villain ; A slave , that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord : - a vice of kings ! A cutpurse of the empire and the rule , That from a shelf the precious diadem stole , And put it in his pocket ! Queen . No more ...
... villain ; A slave , that is not twentieth part the tithe Of your precedent lord : - a vice of kings ! A cutpurse of the empire and the rule , That from a shelf the precious diadem stole , And put it in his pocket ! Queen . No more ...
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... villains , Ere I could make a prologue to my brains , --- They had begun the play , I sat me down , Devis'd a new commission ; wrote it fair . I once did hold it , as our statists do , A baseness to write fair , and labour'd much How to ...
... villains , Ere I could make a prologue to my brains , --- They had begun the play , I sat me down , Devis'd a new commission ; wrote it fair . I once did hold it , as our statists do , A baseness to write fair , and labour'd much How to ...
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The Plays and Poems of William Shakespeare: Printed from the Text ..., Volym 6 William Shakespeare Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1843 |
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Sida 54 - 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.
Sida 54 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form and pressure.
Sida 55 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Sida 11 - tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Sida 501 - Fear no more the frown o' the great: Thou art past the tyrant's stroke. Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Sida 161 - 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.
Sida 100 - 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?
Sida 346 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water : the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them ; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Sida 129 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, (often the surfeit of our own behaviour) we make guilty of our disasters , the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools, by heavenly compulsion ; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance ; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence, and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on.
Sida 54 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.