The Tragedy of Hamlet: Prince of Denmark, Band 8Yale University Press, 1917 - 203 Seiten |
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... fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. 44 Question it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and war - like form In which the majesty of buried Denmark 48 Did sometimes ...
... fear and wonder . Ber . It would be spoke to . Mar. 44 Question it , Horatio . Hor . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and war - like form In which the majesty of buried Denmark 48 Did sometimes ...
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... fear - surprised eyes , 200 Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , dis- till'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did , And I with them the third ...
... fear - surprised eyes , 200 Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , dis- till'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did , And I with them the third ...
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... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own , For he himself is subject to his birth ; He may not , as unvalu'd persons do , 2 give benefit : are favorable 4 12 16 3 convoy : means of conveyance 6 fashion : mere form toy in ...
... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own , For he himself is subject to his birth ; He may not , as unvalu'd persons do , 2 give benefit : are favorable 4 12 16 3 convoy : means of conveyance 6 fashion : mere form toy in ...
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... Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon ; Virtue herself ' scapes not ...
... Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my dear sister ; And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough If she unmask her beauty to the moon ; Virtue herself ' scapes not ...
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... fear me not . Enter Polonius . I stay too long ; but here my father comes . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . 52 Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard , for shame ! The wind sits in the ...
... fear me not . Enter Polonius . I stay too long ; but here my father comes . A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . 52 Pol . Yet here , Laertes ! aboard , aboard , for shame ! The wind sits in the ...
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actor arms Belle-Forest blood body Cæsar Castle Clown Dane daughter dead dear death Denmark dost doth e'en earth England Enter Hamlet Enter King Enter Polonius Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit eyes faith Farewell father fear foil Folio follow Fortinbras friends galled gentleman Gertrude Ghost give good-night grace grief groundlings Guil hast hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Horatio Jephthah Julius Cæsar lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madness majesty Marcellus matter means mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osric passion Pelion play players poison'd Polonius pray Priam Pyrrhus Quarto Queen revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Saint Patrick Scene Shakespeare sleep soul Spanish Tragedie speak speech spirit sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing Thomas Kyd thou thoughts tongue twere wind words
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Seite 85 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 30 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught : leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
Seite 72 - ... twere the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Seite 13 - 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: Frailty, thy name is woman!
Seite 107 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To fust in us unus'd.
Seite 68 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me...
Seite 92 - No, by the rood, not so: You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife; And — would it were not so ! — you are my mother. Queen. Nay, then, I'll set those to you that can speak. Ham. Come, come, and sit you down; you shall not budge ; You go not till I set you up a glass Where you may see the inmost part of you.
Seite 89 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Seite 93 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 63 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.