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Alack alluded brother Burgundy Clown Cordelia Corn daughter dead dear death dost thou doth drawn in Fig Duke Duke of Cornwall Edgar Edmund Enter HAMLET Exeunt Exit eyes face farewel father figure follow Fool Fortinbras foul France Gent gentleman Ghost give Glo'ster Goneril grace Guil Guildenstern hand hath head hear heart Heaven hither hold honour Horatio Hudibras is't Jephtha Kent King Claudius King Lear knave Lady Laer Laertes Lear letter librations light look Lord Madam Magnano Majesty matter moon mother nature night noble Norway nuncle o'er Ophelia OSRICK play poison'd Polonius poor pr'ythee pray prototype Queen Regan ROSENCRANTZ SCENE shadow shew sister soul speak Stew sweet sweet Lord sword tell thee There's thine thing thou art trumpet villain
Page 79 - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Page 93 - 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.
Page 94 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 30 - 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.
Page 261 - O, reason not the need: our basest beggars Are in the poorest thing superfluous: Allow not nature more than nature needs, Man's life is cheap as beast's : thou art a lady ; If only to go warm were gorgeous, Why, nature needs not what thou gorgeous wear'st, Which scarcely keeps thee warm.
Page 70 - Madam, I swear I use no art at all. That he is mad, '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.
Page 88 - I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in. imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Page 156 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 226 - Hear, nature, hear ; dear goddess, hear ! — Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend To make this creature fruitful ! Into her womb convey sterility ! Dry up in her the organs of increase ; And from her derogate body never spring A babe to honour her ! If she must teem...