Oberon Cupid all armed. A certain aim he took At a fair vestal thronèd by the west, And loosed his love-shaft smartly from his bow As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts. But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quenched in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon, And the imperial vot’ress passèd on In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Read more about Act 2, Scene 1: Popup Note Index Item: "a fair vestal throned"
Hamlet For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. I'll have these players Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "for murder ... will speak"
Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "get it off my chest by merely ranting and raving"
Hamlet Tweaks me by th' nose, gives me the lie i'th' throat As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "calls me a downright liar"
Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Look how the actor has made his face turn red"
Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "whoever had seen this pitiful sight would have bitterly denounced the goddess of Fortune"
Read more about Act 2, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "a blanket she had grabbed when the frightening cry of alarm was heard"
