Hamlet: A TragedyMcClure, Phillips and Company, 1901 - 136 стор. |
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... Give you good night . MARCELLUS . O , farewell , honest soldier : Who hath relieved you ? FRANCISCO . Bernardo hath my place . Give you good night . ( Exit . ) MARCELLUS . Holla ! Bernardo ! BERNARDO . Say , What , is Horatio there ...
... Give you good night . MARCELLUS . O , farewell , honest soldier : Who hath relieved you ? FRANCISCO . Bernardo hath my place . Give you good night . ( Exit . ) MARCELLUS . Holla ! Bernardo ! BERNARDO . Say , What , is Horatio there ...
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... give him leave to go . KING . Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces spend it at thy will ! But now , my cousin Hamlet , and my son , - HAMLET . ( Aside . ) A little more than kin , and less than kind . KING ...
... give him leave to go . KING . Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces spend it at thy will ! But now , my cousin Hamlet , and my son , - HAMLET . ( Aside . ) A little more than kin , and less than kind . KING ...
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... give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father , That father lost , lost his , and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow : but to persever In obstinate ...
... give these mourning duties to your father : But , you must know , your father lost a father , That father lost , lost his , and the survivor bound In filial obligation for some term To do obsequious sorrow : but to persever In obstinate ...
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... Give it an understanding , but no tongue : I will requite your loves . So fare you well : Upon the platform , ' twixt eleven and twelve , I'll visit you . ALL . Our duty to your honour . HAMLET . Your loves , as mine to you : farewell ...
... Give it an understanding , but no tongue : I will requite your loves . So fare you well : Upon the platform , ' twixt eleven and twelve , I'll visit you . ALL . Our duty to your honour . HAMLET . Your loves , as mine to you : farewell ...
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... give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . OPHELIA . Do you doubt that ? LAERTES . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour , Hold it a fashion , and a toy in blood . He may not , as unvalued ...
... give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . OPHELIA . Do you doubt that ? LAERTES . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour , Hold it a fashion , and a toy in blood . He may not , as unvalued ...
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Adieu arras brother cousin Hamlet Dane daughter dead dear death Denmark Dost thou doth drink E. H. SOTHERN e'en earth Elsinore Enter HAMLET Enter HORATIO Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ Exit Exit GHOST eyes faith Farewell fear foils follow Fortinbras foul FRANCISCO friends gentlemen GHOST give grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hell hither hold honest honour HORATIO and MARCELLUS is't Jephthah King of Denmark lady LAERTES leave look Lord Hamlet lordship madam majesty MARCELLUS and BERNARDO marry mother murder night noble Norway o'er offence OPHELIA OSRIC passion play PLAYER KING PLAYER QUEEN poison'd POLONIUS pray Priam Pyrrhus rapiers Re-enter revenge REYNALDO ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN SECOND CLOWN Sings skull sleep speak speech spirit Swear sweet Sweet lord sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thoughts thy soul to-night tongue trumpet twere twill villain wager What's words
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Сторінка 92 - 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.
Сторінка 13 - 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 65 - To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time.
Сторінка 48 - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
Сторінка 65 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make 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 29 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Сторінка 118 - 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.
Сторінка 98 - What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like ? Let him go, Gertrude ; do not fear our person ; There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Сторінка 68 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers...
Сторінка 50 - 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. What a piece of work is man ! how noble in reason ! how infinite...