Hamlet, prince of Denmark, ed. by C.E. Moberly |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 12 találatból.
14. oldal
... England from its memories of Luther ; dear also for its publication of a host of popular books , such as the tale of Faustus . From this student's life he cannot conceive Horatio's playing truant . 125 No jocund health . A lively French ...
... England from its memories of Luther ; dear also for its publication of a host of popular books , such as the tale of Faustus . From this student's life he cannot conceive Horatio's playing truant . 125 No jocund health . A lively French ...
80. oldal
... England shall along with you : The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies . GUIL . We will ourselves provide : Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies ...
... England shall along with you : The terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so dangerous as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies . GUIL . We will ourselves provide : Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies ...
90. oldal
... England ; you know that ? QUEEN . I had forgot : ' tis so concluded on . Alack , 200 HAM . There's letters seal'd : and my two schoolfellows , Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd , They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way ...
... England ; you know that ? QUEEN . I had forgot : ' tis so concluded on . Alack , 200 HAM . There's letters seal'd : and my two schoolfellows , Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd , They bear the mandate ; they must sweep my way ...
95. oldal
... England . HAM . KING . HAM . For England ! Ay , Hamlet . Good . KING . So is it , if thou knew'st our purposes . HAM . I see a cherub that sees them . But , come ; for England ! Farewell , dear mother . 51 KING . Thy loving father ...
... England . HAM . KING . HAM . For England ! Ay , Hamlet . Good . KING . So is it , if thou knew'st our purposes . HAM . I see a cherub that sees them . But , come ; for England ! Farewell , dear mother . 51 KING . Thy loving father ...
96. oldal
... England ! [ Exit . KING . Follow him at foot ; tempt him with speed abroad ; Delay it not ; I'll have him hence to - night : Away ! for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair : pray you , make haste . 60 [ Exeunt ...
... England ! [ Exit . KING . Follow him at foot ; tempt him with speed abroad ; Delay it not ; I'll have him hence to - night : Away ! for every thing is seal'd and done That else leans on the affair : pray you , make haste . 60 [ Exeunt ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
arras aught blood body brain brother Coriolanus daughter dead dear death Denmark devil dost doth dreams earth editions England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ Exit POLONIUS eyes fair Farewell father fear felo de se Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude GHOST give grace grief GUIL hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecuba honour Horatio Jephthah Julius Cæsar lady LAER Laertes leave live look Lord Hamlet Macbeth madness majesty marry matter means mind mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er Ophelia passion play players POLONIUS pray Priam Pyrrhus QUEEN revenge ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN RUGBY SCHOOL SCENE sense Shakspere Shakspere's Sings Sith sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou thought tongue twere villain What's words youth ΙΟ НАМ
Népszerű szakaszok
98. oldal - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
78. 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.
30. oldal - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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.
49. oldal - O God ! I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
44. oldal - tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
29. oldal - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
22. oldal - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
131. 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.
113. 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.
64. oldal - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...