The Plays of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators, 14. kiadás |
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21. oldal
Let not thy mother lose her prayers , Hamlet ; I pray thee , stay with us , go not to
Wittenberg . Ham . I shall in all my best obey you , madam . King . Why ; ' tis a
loving and a fair reply ; Be as ourself in Denmark . - Madam , come ; This gentle
and ...
Let not thy mother lose her prayers , Hamlet ; I pray thee , stay with us , go not to
Wittenberg . Ham . I shall in all my best obey you , madam . King . Why ; ' tis a
loving and a fair reply ; Be as ourself in Denmark . - Madam , come ; This gentle
and ...
92. oldal
Nay , good my lord , this courtesy is not of the right breed . Ifit shall please you to
make me a wholesome answer , I will do your mother's commandment : if not ,
your pardon , and my return , shall be the end of my business . Ham . Sir , I
cannot .
Nay , good my lord , this courtesy is not of the right breed . Ifit shall please you to
make me a wholesome answer , I will do your mother's commandment : if not ,
your pardon , and my return , shall be the end of my business . Ham . Sir , I
cannot .
108. oldal
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :Mother , good night.- Indeed , this
counsellor Is now most still , most secret , and most grave , Who was in life a
foolish prating knave . Come , sir , to draw toward an end with you :Good night ,
mother .
I'll lug the guts into the neighbour room :Mother , good night.- Indeed , this
counsellor Is now most still , most secret , and most grave , Who was in life a
foolish prating knave . Come , sir , to draw toward an end with you :Good night ,
mother .
114. oldal
I see a cherub , that sees them . - But , come ; for England ! - Farewell , dear
mother . King . Thy loving father , Hamlet . Ham . My mother : Father and mother
is man and wife ; man and wife is one flesh ; and so , my mother . Come , for
England .
I see a cherub , that sees them . - But , come ; for England ! - Farewell , dear
mother . King . Thy loving father , Hamlet . Ham . My mother : Father and mother
is man and wife ; man and wife is one flesh ; and so , my mother . Come , for
England .
161. oldal
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. my Never to rise
again : Thy mother's poison'd ; I can no more ; — the king , the king's to blame .
Ham . The point Envenom'd too ! T'hen , venom , to thy work . [ Stabs the king .
With Notes of Various Commentators William Shakespeare. my Never to rise
again : Thy mother's poison'd ; I can no more ; — the king , the king's to blame .
Ham . The point Envenom'd too ! T'hen , venom , to thy work . [ Stabs the king .
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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?
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| 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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