The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás |
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123. oldal
Laer . I pray you , give me leave . Dan . We will , we will . [ They retire without the
door . Luer . I thank you : -keep the door . - 0 thou vile king , Give me my father .
Queen . Calmly , good Laertes . Laer . That drop of blood , that's calm , proclaims
...
Laer . I pray you , give me leave . Dan . We will , we will . [ They retire without the
door . Luer . I thank you : -keep the door . - 0 thou vile king , Give me my father .
Queen . Calmly , good Laertes . Laer . That drop of blood , that's calm , proclaims
...
132. oldal
Laer . What part is that , my lord ? King . A very ribband in the cap of youth , Yet
needful too ; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears
, Than settled age his sables , and his weeds , Importing health and graveness .
Laer . What part is that , my lord ? King . A very ribband in the cap of youth , Yet
needful too ; for youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears
, Than settled age his sables , and his weeds , Importing health and graveness .
133. oldal
Laer. Why ask you this ? King. Not that I think, you did not love yonr father ; But
that I know, '"love is begun by time; And that I see, in passages of proof, Time
qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love A kind of
wick, ...
Laer. Why ask you this ? King. Not that I think, you did not love yonr father ; But
that I know, '"love is begun by time; And that I see, in passages of proof, Time
qualifies the spark and fire of it. There lives within the very flame of love A kind of
wick, ...
145. oldal
Laer . What ceremony else ? Ham . That is Laertes , A very noble youth : Mark .
Laer . What ceremony else ? 1 Priest . Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warranty : her death was doubtful ; And , but that great command ...
Laer . What ceremony else ? Ham . That is Laertes , A very noble youth : Mark .
Laer . What ceremony else ? 1 Priest . Her obsequies have been as far enlarg'd
As we have warranty : her death was doubtful ; And , but that great command ...
159. oldal
Laer . Ham , Come on , sir . Come , my lord . [ They play . Ham . One . Laer . No.
Ham , Judgement . Osr . A hit , a very palpable hit . Laer . Well , - again . King .
Stay , give me drink : Hamlet , " l this pearl is thine ; Here's to thy health . - Give
him ...
Laer . Ham , Come on , sir . Come , my lord . [ They play . Ham . One . Laer . No.
Ham , Judgement . Osr . A hit , a very palpable hit . Laer . Well , - again . King .
Stay , give me drink : Hamlet , " l this pearl is thine ; Here's to thy health . - Give
him ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
156. oldal - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
282. oldal - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
34. oldal - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
353. oldal - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
234. oldal - twas wondrous pitiful : She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man ; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that lov'd her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake : She lov'd me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I lov'd her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have us'd : Here comes the lady ; let her witness it.
79. oldal - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue: but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
102. 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.
94. oldal - 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.
74. oldal - 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 coil...
143. oldal - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, William Shakespeare |
| Szerző | William Shakespeare |
| Kiadó | G. Kearsley [Printed, 1806 |
| Eredeti forrása | a New York-i Közkönyvtár |
| Digitalizálva: | 2007. jan. 4. |
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