Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkHarper, 1889 - 285 pages |
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Page 171
... Steevens quotes Ford , Fancies Chaste and Noble , v . 1 : " Ere the minutes of the night warn us to rest . " 29 ... words are wasted on those who feel , and to those who do not feel the exquisite judgment of Shakspeare in this scene ...
... Steevens quotes Ford , Fancies Chaste and Noble , v . 1 : " Ere the minutes of the night warn us to rest . " 29 ... words are wasted on those who feel , and to those who do not feel the exquisite judgment of Shakspeare in this scene ...
Page 172
... Steevens quotes Milton , Comus , 565 : “ Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear . " Cf. i . 5. 16 below . 45. It would be spoke to . For would , see Gr . 329 ; and for spoke , Gr . 343 . " There was , and is , a notion that a ...
... Steevens quotes Milton , Comus , 565 : “ Amaz'd I stood , harrow'd with grief and fear . " Cf. i . 5. 16 below . 45. It would be spoke to . For would , see Gr . 329 ; and for spoke , Gr . 343 . " There was , and is , a notion that a ...
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... quotes " You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon ; " and M ... Steevens would give it a similar sense ( " conspicuous , glaring " ) here ... quotes Heywood , Life of Merlin ' : " Merlin , well vers'd in many a hidden spell ...
... quotes " You may as well Forbid the sea for to obey the moon ; " and M ... Steevens would give it a similar sense ( " conspicuous , glaring " ) here ... quotes Heywood , Life of Merlin ' : " Merlin , well vers'd in many a hidden spell ...
Page 176
... Steevens quotes Dekker , Knight's Conjuring : " If any of them had bound the spirit of gold by any charmes in caves , or in iron fetters under the ground , they should for their own soules quiet ( which questionlesse else would whine up ...
... Steevens quotes Dekker , Knight's Conjuring : " If any of them had bound the spirit of gold by any charmes in caves , or in iron fetters under the ground , they should for their own soules quiet ( which questionlesse else would whine up ...
Page 179
... Lines 58-60 are not in the folio . 66 63. And thy best graces , etc. " May the fairest graces ... quotes Rowley , Search for Mon- ey , 1609 : " I would he were not so near us in kindred , then sure he would be nearer in kindness . " Steevens ...
... Lines 58-60 are not in the folio . 66 63. And thy best graces , etc. " May the fairest graces ... quotes Rowley , Search for Mon- ey , 1609 : " I would he were not so near us in kindred , then sure he would be nearer in kindness . " Steevens ...
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Page 110 - 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.
Page 64 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood...
Page 113 - 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.
Page 50 - 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.
Page 62 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, : . Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Page 62 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Page 51 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 56 - Think it no more : For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Page 96 - 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...
Page 73 - Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.