Chefs-d'œuvre de Shakespeare ..: Richard III, Roméo et Juliette et Le marchand de VeniseJ. B. Herman, 1837 |
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Side 26
... take it much unkindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . Rod . Thou ...
... take it much unkindly , That thou , Iago , -who hast had my purse , As if the strings were thine , -should'st know of this . Iago . ' Sblood , but you will not hear me : - If ever I did dream of such a matter , Abhor me . Rod . Thou ...
Side 46
... Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature , That it engluts and swallows other sorrows , And it is still itself . Duke . Why , what's the matter ? Bra . My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter ! Sen ...
... Take hold on me ; for my particular grief Is of so flood - gate and o'erbearing nature , That it engluts and swallows other sorrows , And it is still itself . Duke . Why , what's the matter ? Bra . My daughter ! Oh ! my daughter ! Sen ...
Side 50
... take away , but let your sentence Even fall upon my life .. Duke . Fetch Desdemona hither . Oth . Ancient , conduct them ; you best know the place . ( Exeunt IAGO and Attendants . ) And , till she come , as truly as to heaven I do ...
... take away , but let your sentence Even fall upon my life .. Duke . Fetch Desdemona hither . Oth . Ancient , conduct them ; you best know the place . ( Exeunt IAGO and Attendants . ) And , till she come , as truly as to heaven I do ...
Side 52
... Take up this mangled matter at the best ; Men do their broken weapons rather use , Than their bare hands . Bra . I pray you , hear her speak ; If she confess , that she was half the wooer , Destruction on my head , if my bad blame Light ...
... Take up this mangled matter at the best ; Men do their broken weapons rather use , Than their bare hands . Bra . I pray you , hear her speak ; If she confess , that she was half the wooer , Destruction on my head , if my bad blame Light ...
Side 54
... takes , Patience her injury a mockery makes . The robb'd , that smiles , steals something from the thief ; He robs himself , that spends a bootless grief . Bra . So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; We lose it not , so long as we can ...
... takes , Patience her injury a mockery makes . The robb'd , that smiles , steals something from the thief ; He robs himself , that spends a bootless grief . Bra . So let the Turk of Cyprus us beguile ; We lose it not , so long as we can ...
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Adieu Banquo bear beseech blood Brabantio call Cassio Cawdor Chypre ciel cœur dead dear death Desd Desdemona devil dost doth Duncan Emil ÉMILE DESCHAMPS EMILIA Enter entrent Exeunt Exit eyes father fear femme find friend give good good night great Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold homme honest Horatio i'the Iago j'ai keep King know Lady MACBETH Laertes leave life light look lord LOUISE COLET love Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff madame made make Malcolm means monseigneur Moor my lord never night noble nuit Ophelie Othello play POLONIUS poor pray Prem Queen reine Roderigo Roméo ROSENCRANTZ Rosse SCENE seigneur Shakspeare show SIWARD sleep sorc soul speak sweet sword take thane There's thing think thou thought thrice time to-night true wife Witch words
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Side 328 - 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 518 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me : I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Side 550 - But let the frame of things disjoint, both the worlds suffer, Ere we will eat our meal in fear, and sleep In the affliction of these terrible dreams That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our place, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy.
Side 362 - Ham. Do you see yonder cloud, that's almost in shape of a camel? Pol. By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed. Ham. Methinks, it is like a weasel. • Pol. It is backed like a weasel. Ham. Or, like a whale ? Pol. Very like a whale.
Side 334 - 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...
Side 304 - tis true : 'tis true 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him, then : and now remains That we find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Side 268 - 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 their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
Side 308 - Pol. Do you know me, my lord? Ham. Excellent well; you are a fishmonger. Pol. Not I, my lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Pol. Honest, my lord! Ham. Ay, sir; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Side 134 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Side 314 - What a piece of work is man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.