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Knight's Cabinet edition of the works of William Shakspere, Volumen 9
Vista completa - 1843
Appears art thou bear Benvolio bless Capulet cardinal Cardinal Wolsey Cham Cran Crom dead dear death dost doth duke earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras friar Friar Laurence Gent gentleman Ghost give grace grave grief Guil Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven holy honour Horatio Juliet Kath king king's Kino lady Laer Laertes leave live look Lord Chamberlain madam Mantua marriage married Mercutio Montague mother never night noble Nurse o'er Ophelia peace play players Polonius pray prince Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet SCENE Sir Thomas Lovell sleep soul speak stand sweet sword tears tell thank thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt tongue Tybalt vex'd villain weep Wolsey word
Página 287 - ... 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.
Página 336 - 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 ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell...
Página 316 - 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 154 - And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 238 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Página 288 - ... 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 298 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Página 337 - Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away : O, that that earth, which kept the world in awe, Should patch a wall to expel the winter's flaw ! But soft ! but soft ! aside : here comes the king.
Página 81 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me Out of thy honest truth to play the woman. Let 's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, — when I am forgotten, as I shall be ; And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, — say, I taught thee...