Hamlet: A Tragedy in Three ActsS. French, 1907 - 47 стор. |
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1st Actor Actress Acts by SYDNEY Amateurs arras author of Sowing beseech brother comedy Crosses Daisy Chain damned daughter dead dear Denmark doth drink Elsinore Enter HAMLET Enter HORATIO Enter POLONIUS Enter ROSENCRANTZ Exeunt Exit ROSENCRANTZ eyes fancy dance Farewell father fear female characters foils foul Ghost give grace grief HAMLET and HORATIO hast hath hear heart heaven hold honor i'the Ilam is't Jephthah kill a king KING and QUEEN King of Denmark lady Laer Laertes leave look lord Hamlet lordship madam madness majesty male marry mother murder night noble o'er Ophelia Osrick play players poison pray rapier revenge SAMUEL FRENCH SCENE Shakspeare sleep soul Sowing the Wind speak spirit sweet Sweet lord SYDNEY GRUNDY tell thee There's thine thou to-night tongue Trumpets uncle villian wager WALTER GAY words
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Сторінка 14 - 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.
Сторінка 20 - 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.
Сторінка 24 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin ? Who would fardels bear, To groan 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?
Сторінка 11 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Сторінка 33 - 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.
Сторінка 8 - That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Сторінка 31 - 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. 'Sblood, 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.
Сторінка 12 - Why, what should be the fear? I do not set my life at a pin's fee; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself?
Сторінка 10 - I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven, Whilst, like a puffd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own rede.
Сторінка 21 - I'll have thee speak out the rest of this soon. Good my lord, will you see the players well bestowed ? Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.