Shakespeare's Tragedy of HamletF. Hart & Company, 1878 - 232 Seiten |
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... sword . Swear . Ghost . Hamlet . t . Hic et ubique ? then we ' ll shift our ground.— Come hither , gentlemen , And lay your hands again upon my sword : Never to speak of this that you have seen , Swear by my sword . Swear . Ghost ...
... sword . Swear . Ghost . Hamlet . t . Hic et ubique ? then we ' ll shift our ground.— Come hither , gentlemen , And lay your hands again upon my sword : Never to speak of this that you have seen , Swear by my sword . Swear . Ghost ...
Seite 54
... sword , Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command ; unequal matched , Pyrrhus at Priam drives : in rage strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls . Then senseless ...
... sword , Rebellious to his arm , lies where it falls , Repugnant to command ; unequal matched , Pyrrhus at Priam drives : in rage strikes wide ; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword The unnerved father falls . Then senseless ...
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... sword her husband's limbs , The instant burst of clamour that she made ( Unless things mortal move them not at all ) , Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . Pol . ? Look , whether he has not turned ...
... sword her husband's limbs , The instant burst of clamour that she made ( Unless things mortal move them not at all ) , Would have made milch the burning eyes of heaven , And passion in the gods . Pol . ? Look , whether he has not turned ...
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... sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state , The glass of fashion and the mould of form , The observed of all observers , —quite , quite down ! And I , of ladies most deject and wretched , That sucked the honey of his music vows ...
... sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state , The glass of fashion and the mould of form , The observed of all observers , —quite , quite down ! And I , of ladies most deject and wretched , That sucked the honey of his music vows ...
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... sword ; and know thou a more horrid hent : When he is drunk , asleep , or in his rage ; At gaming , swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in ' t ; Then trip him , that his heels may kick at heaven ; And that his ...
... sword ; and know thou a more horrid hent : When he is drunk , asleep , or in his rage ; At gaming , swearing ; or about some act That has no relish of salvation in ' t ; Then trip him , that his heels may kick at heaven ; And that his ...
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actor arms Bernardo brother daughter dead dear death Denmark dost doth drink drown e'en earth Edwin Booth Elsinore England Enter Hamlet Enter Horatio Enter Polonius Exit Ghost Exit Hamlet eyes faith farewell father fear Fengon foul Fran friends gentlemen Gertrude Ghost beckons give grave GRAVE-DIGGERS grief Guil Hamlet and Horatio hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Jephthah Julius Cæsar King Claudius King Hamlet KING OF DENMARK lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness majesty Marcellus marry melancholy mother murder nature night noble o'er offence Ophelia Osric play players pray Priam prince Pyrrhus quarto Queen revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Scene Second G. D. Shakespeare Sings skull soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thought to-night tongue tragedy treason villain William Winter words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 104 - Give me leave. Here lies the water ; good : here stands the man ; good : If the man go to this water, and drown himself, it is, will he, nill he, he goes ; mark you that ? but if the water come to him, and drown him, he drowns not himself: argal, he that is not guilty of his own death, shortens not his own life. 2 Clo. But is this law ? 1 Clo. Ay, marry is 't ; crowner's-quest law. 2 Clo. Will you ha...
Seite 43 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Seite 62 - 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 undiscovered 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 ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought ; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their...
Seite 72 - And hitherto doth love on fortune tend : For who not needs shall never lack a friend ; And who in want a hollow friend doth try, Directly seasons him his enemy. But, orderly to end where I begun, — Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown ; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own : So think thou wilt no second husband wed ; But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Seite 52 - The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited : Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men.
Seite 61 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Seite 111 - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Seite 88 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd: bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from.
Seite 34 - Hold, hold, my heart, And you, my sinews, grow not instant old, But bear me stiffly up ! Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
Seite 111 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...