Hamlet. OthelloL.A. Lewis, 125, Fleet Street., 1841 |
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Side 29
... sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , 1 Increasing . 3 Subtlety , deceit . 5 Licentious . 2 Muscular strength . 4 Discolor . Out of the shot and danger of desire . The SCENE 111 . 29 PRINCE OF DENMARK .
... sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , 1 Increasing . 3 Subtlety , deceit . 5 Licentious . 2 Muscular strength . 4 Discolor . Out of the shot and danger of desire . The SCENE 111 . 29 PRINCE OF DENMARK .
Side 32
... affection to me . Po . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted 1 in such perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? Oph . I do not know , my lord , what I should think . 1 Inexperienced . Po ...
... affection to me . Po . Affection ? puh ! you speak like a green girl , Unsifted 1 in such perilous circumstance . Do you believe his tenders , as you call them ? Oph . I do not know , my lord , what I should think . 1 Inexperienced . Po ...
Side 70
... affection : 6 but called it an honest method , as wholesome as sweet , and by very much more handsome than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved : ' twas Æneas ' tale to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially , where he speaks of ...
... affection : 6 but called it an honest method , as wholesome as sweet , and by very much more handsome than fine . One speech in it I chiefly loved : ' twas Æneas ' tale to Dido ; and thereabout of it especially , where he speaks of ...
Side 84
... 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 Will ...
... 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 Will ...
Side 139
... affection , Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone , Convert his gyves 2 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 ...
... affection , Work like the spring that turneth wood to stone , Convert his gyves 2 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 ...
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beseech Bian blood Brabantio Cassio Clown Cyprus daughter dead dear death Denmark Desdemona devil dost thou doth Duke Emilia Enter HAMLET Enter OTHELLO Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear fool Fortinbras fortune foul gentlemen Ghost give grace grief Guil hand handkerchief hath hear heart heaven hither hold honest honor Horatio husband Iago kill'd King knave lady Laer Laertes lieutenant look madam madness marry matter Michael Cassio mistress Moor mother murder never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia OSRIC play players poison'd Polonius Pr'ythee pray Pyrrhus Queen revenge Roderigo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE SHAK signior sings soul speak speech sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art thou dost thou hast thought to-night tongue trumpet twas Venice villain what's wife
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Side 202 - Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself.
Side 110 - New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man: This was your husband. Look you now, what follows: Here is your husband; like a mildew'd ear, Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? Could you on this fair mountain leave to feed, And batten on this moor?
Side 35 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners...
Side 39 - What? Ghost I am thy father's spirit; Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away.
Side 77 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Side 23 - As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears - why she, even she (O God!
Side 163 - But I am very sorry, good Horatio, That to Laertes I forgot myself; For, by the image of my cause, I see The portraiture of his : I'll court his favours : But, sure, the bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.
Side 75 - Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have ? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech ; Make mad the guilty, and appal the free, Confound the ignorant ; and amaze, indeed, The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Side 87 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Side 37 - 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.