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Adieu awhile Bernardo brother Castle command daughter dead dear death Denmark doth drink e'en earth Elsinore Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Exit Ghost eyes faith farewell father foils follow foul Fran friends gentlemen Gertrude give grief Guil hand hath hear heart heaven Hecuba HENRY IRVING hither hold honest honour is't Jephthah king Hamlet lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet lordship LYCEUM THEATRE Madam majesty marry mother murder night noble o'er on't Ophelia Osric passion play players poison'd POLONIUS'S HOUSE pray Priam Pyrrhus Queen ROOM IN POLONIUS'S Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Second Clo second quarto seen Shakespeare Sings skull sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast to-night tongue trumpet twere villain wager what's WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE words
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Сторінка 41 - 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 undiscover'd 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...
Сторінка 32 - 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 - Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
Сторінка 72 - 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. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar...
Сторінка 53 - Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and Hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.
Сторінка 78 - I do not think so ; since he went into France, I have been in continual practice ; I shall win at the odds. But thou wouldst not think how ill all's here about my heart : but it is no matter.
Сторінка 75 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Сторінка 29 - Pol. Not I, my lord. Ham. Then I would you were so honest a man. Pol. Honest, my lord ! Ham. Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Сторінка 42 - Get thee to a nunnery : why wouldst 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...
Сторінка 29 - POL. I have, my lord. HAM. Let her not walk i' the sun: conception is a blessing; but not as your daughter may conceive: — friend, look to 't.