Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkClarendon Press, 1874 - 231 oldal |
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xii. oldal
... quarto of 1603 the passage stands thus : Ham . How comes it that they trauell ? Do they grow restie ? Gil . No my Lord , their reputation holds as it was wont . Ham . How then ? Gil . Yfaith my Lord , noueltie carries it away xii PREFACE .
... quarto of 1603 the passage stands thus : Ham . How comes it that they trauell ? Do they grow restie ? Gil . No my Lord , their reputation holds as it was wont . Ham . How then ? Gil . Yfaith my Lord , noueltie carries it away xii PREFACE .
xiii. oldal
... hold the same estimation they did when I was in the Citty ; are they so followed . Ros . No indeede are they not . Ham . It is not very strange , & c . In the earlier play the tragedians are driven to strolling because the public taste ...
... hold the same estimation they did when I was in the Citty ; are they so followed . Ros . No indeede are they not . Ham . It is not very strange , & c . In the earlier play the tragedians are driven to strolling because the public taste ...
2. oldal
... hold of him Touching this dreaded sight , twice seen of us : Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night , That if again this apparition come , He may approve our eyes and speak to it . Horatio . Tush ...
... hold of him Touching this dreaded sight , twice seen of us : Therefore I have entreated him along With us to watch the minutes of this night , That if again this apparition come , He may approve our eyes and speak to it . Horatio . Tush ...
11. oldal
... hold my tongue . Enter HORATIO , MARCELLUS , and BERNARDO . Horatio . Hail to your lordship ! Hamlet . Horatio , -or I do forget myself . 130 140 150 I am glad to see you well : 161 Horatio . The same , my lord , and your poor servant ...
... hold my tongue . Enter HORATIO , MARCELLUS , and BERNARDO . Horatio . Hail to your lordship ! Hamlet . Horatio , -or I do forget myself . 130 140 150 I am glad to see you well : 161 Horatio . The same , my lord , and your poor servant ...
13. oldal
... it . Hamlet . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold you the watch to - night ? Marcellus . } Bernardo . Hamlet . Arm'd say you ? We do , my lord . 220 Marcellus . Bernardo . Arm❜d , my lord . Hamlet ACT I. SCENE II . 13.
... it . Hamlet . Indeed , indeed , sirs , but this troubles me . Hold you the watch to - night ? Marcellus . } Bernardo . Hamlet . Arm'd say you ? We do , my lord . 220 Marcellus . Bernardo . Arm❜d , my lord . Hamlet ACT I. SCENE II . 13.
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48. oldal - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
65. oldal - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
49. oldal - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
36. oldal - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
103. oldal - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
55. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
49. oldal - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
230. oldal - Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
68. oldal - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
40. oldal - O God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.