Essays on Shakespeare's Dramatic Characters: With an Illustration of Shakespeare's Representation of National Characters, in that of Fluellen |
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... thee : - I have thee not ; and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet ...
... thee : - I have thee not ; and yet I see thee still . Art thou not , fatal vision ! sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind ; a false creation Proceeding from the heat - oppressed brain ? I see thee yet ...
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... thee still ; And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood , Which was not so before . - There's no such thing . . Let us review the conflict . Ambition , grown habitual and inveterate in the soul of Macbeth , suggests the idea of ...
... thee still ; And on thy blade , and dudgeon , gouts of blood , Which was not so before . - There's no such thing . . Let us review the conflict . Ambition , grown habitual and inveterate in the soul of Macbeth , suggests the idea of ...
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... thee , do not mock me , fellow student ; I think , it was to see my mother's wedding . Hor . Indeed , my Lord , it follow'd hard upon . Ham . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage ...
... thee , do not mock me , fellow student ; I think , it was to see my mother's wedding . Hor . Indeed , my Lord , it follow'd hard upon . Ham . Thrift , thrift , Horatio ! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage ...
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... thee to a nunnery , " is frequently misunderstood , and especially by the play- ers . At least it does not appear to me , that the Poet's intention was , that the air and manner of Hamlet in this scene should be perfectly grave and ...
... thee to a nunnery , " is frequently misunderstood , and especially by the play- ers . At least it does not appear to me , that the Poet's intention was , that the air and manner of Hamlet in this scene should be perfectly grave and ...
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... thee , That no revenue hast , but thy good spirits , To feed and cloath thee ? Dost thou hear ? ́ Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish her election , She hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou ...
... thee , That no revenue hast , but thy good spirits , To feed and cloath thee ? Dost thou hear ? ́ Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice , And could of men distinguish her election , She hath seal'd thee for herself : for thou ...
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Page 46 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill ; cannot be good : — If ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion Whose horrid image doth unfix my hair, And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, • Against the use of nature...
Page 109 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops...
Page 347 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 22 - 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. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't!
Page 59 - One cried, God bless us ! and, Amen, the other ; As they had seen me, with these hangman's hands, Listening their fear. I could not say, amen, When they did say, God bless us.
Page 22 - gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God 1 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 51 - tis done, then 'twere well It were done quickly : if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, With his surcease, success ; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, — We'd jump the life to come.
Page 22 - O that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!
Page 111 - 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.
Page 23 - Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married.