The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkAmerican Book Company, 1895 - 163 oldal |
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Bernardo blood body breath Castle Cloth comes Dane Danish daughter dead dear deed Denmark doth drink e'en earth Elsinore England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost eyes faith Farewell father father's death fear foil follow Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grave grief hast hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba History hold Horatio in't is't Jephthah Julius Cæsar King of Denmark lady Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness Majesty Marcellus marry means mother murder nature night noble Norway Note o'er Ophelia Osric passion play players poison poison'd pray Priam Prince Pyrrhus Queen rapier Reënter revenge Reynaldo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Second Clown Shakespeare Sings skull sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thoughts tongue twere villain Voltimand word York American young youth
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125. oldal - King 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.
107. oldal - You cannot call it love : for at your age, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment, and what judgment Would step from this to this?
81. oldal - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. 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...
66. oldal - tis none to you; for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me it is a prison.
83. oldal - I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in...
107. oldal - 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.
81. oldal - 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.
110. oldal - 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. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks : It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
102. oldal - But O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? " Forgive me my foul murder ?" That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen.
144. oldal - ... 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? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o'...