Shakespeare's HamletScott, Foresman, 1903 - 274 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 28 találatból.
72. oldal
... keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself ' scapes not calumnious strokes . The canker galls the infants ...
... keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself ' scapes not calumnious strokes . The canker galls the infants ...
73. oldal
... keep , As watchman to my heart . But , good my brother , 50 Laer . Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puffed and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of ...
... keep , As watchman to my heart . But , good my brother , 50 Laer . Do not , as some ungracious pastors do , Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whilst , like a puffed and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of ...
74. oldal
... keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . [ Exit . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? Oph . So please you , something touching the Lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought . ' Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given ...
... keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . [ Exit . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? Oph . So please you , something touching the Lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought . ' Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given ...
77. oldal
... Keeps wassail , and the swaggering up - spring reels ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle - drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Ham . Ay , marry , is't , Is it a custom ? But to my mind ...
... Keeps wassail , and the swaggering up - spring reels ; And , as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down , The kettle - drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge . Ham . Ay , marry , is't , Is it a custom ? But to my mind ...
91. oldal
... keep , What company , at what expense ; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son , come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it . Take you , as ' twere , some distant knowledge ...
... keep , What company , at what expense ; and finding By this encompassment and drift of question That they do know my son , come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it . Take you , as ' twere , some distant knowledge ...
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20. oldal - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
55. oldal - That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
160. oldal - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time \ Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. "* Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To "fust in us unused.
72. 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.
122. oldal - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
138. 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?
161. oldal - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
189. oldal - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
120. 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 your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
70. oldal - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.