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Title: An art edition of Shakespeare, classified as comedies, tragedies, histories and sonnets, each part arranged in chronological order, including also a list of familiar quotations
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Lamb, Charles, 1775-1834 Lamb, Mary, 1764-1847 Seymour, Mary. (from old catalog) Gaskell, Charles Arthur, 1849- ed. (from old catalog) Gilbert, John, Sir, 1817-1897, illus
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Publisher: Chicago, U. S. publishing house
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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breaking down the pales and forts of reason;Or by some habit, that too much oer- leavensThe form of plausive manners ; — that these men, —Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect:Being natures livery, or fortunes stai-, —Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,As infinite as man may undergo,)Shall in the general censure take corrup-tionFrom that particular fault: The dram of baseDoth all the iioble substance often dout.To his own scandal. Enter Ghost. Hor. Look, mj lord, it comes ! Ham. Angels and ministers of gracedefend us! —Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damnd.Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from liell,Be thy intents wicked, or charitable.Thou comst in such a questionable shaj)e. 487 r. Act I. HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK. Scene IV. That I ^yill speak to thee : Ill call tliee, Why thy canonizd bones, hearsed in Hamlet, death. King, father, rojal Dane: 0, answer me: Have burst their cerements! why the Let me not burst in ignorance ! but tell. sepulchre.
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Wherein we saw thee quietly in-urnd,Hath opd his ponderous and marble jaws.To cast thee up again! What may this mean. That thou, dead corse, again, in complete steelRevisitst thus the glimpses of the moon,Making night hideous; and we fools of nature. 488 Act I. HAMLET, PRINCE OP DENMARK. SCEKE lY. So horridly to shake our disposition.With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?Say, why is this? wherefore? what shouldwe do?Hor. It beckons you to go away withit,As if it some impartment did desireTo you alone. ^Far. Look, with what courteous ac-tionIt waves you to a more removed ground:But do not go with it. Hor. No, by no means. Ham. It will not speak ; then I will follow it.Hor. Do not, my lord.Ham. Why, what should be the fear?I do not set my life at a pins fee;And, for my soul, what can it do to that,Being a thing immortal as itself ?It waves mo forth again ;—^Ill follow it.Ilor. What, if it tempt you towardthe flood, my lord.Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff.That beetles oe

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