The Works of William Shakespeare, 1. kötetB. Tauchnitz, 1868 - 509 oldal |
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9. oldal
... noble father in the dust : Thou know'st ' tis common , - all that live must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay ...
... noble father in the dust : Thou know'st ' tis common , - all that live must die , Passing through nature to eternity . Ham . Ay , madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems it so particular with thee ? Ham . Seems , madam ! nay ...
14. oldal
... noble father's person , I'll speak to it , though hell itself should gape , And bid me hold my peace . I pray you all , If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight , Let it be tenable in your silence still ; And whatsoever else shall hap ...
... noble father's person , I'll speak to it , though hell itself should gape , And bid me hold my peace . I pray you all , If you have hitherto conceal'd this sight , Let it be tenable in your silence still ; And whatsoever else shall hap ...
20. oldal
... noble substance oft debase To his own scandal . Hor . Look , my lord , it comes ! Enter Ghost . Ham . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts ...
... noble substance oft debase To his own scandal . Hor . Look , my lord , it comes ! Enter Ghost . Ham . Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd , Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts ...
23. oldal
... noble youth , The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown . Ham . My uncle ! O my prophetic soul ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of his wit , with traitorous gifts , O wicked ...
... noble youth , The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown . Ham . My uncle ! O my prophetic soul ! Ghost . Ay , that incestuous , that adulterate beast , With witchcraft of his wit , with traitorous gifts , O wicked ...
25. oldal
... noble lord ? Hor . Ham . O , wonderful ! Hor . What news , my lord ? Good my lord , tell it . Nor I , my lord . Ham . No ; you'll reveal it . Hor . Not I , my lord , by heaven . Mar. Ham . How say you , then ; would heart of man once ...
... noble lord ? Hor . Ham . O , wonderful ! Hor . What news , my lord ? Good my lord , tell it . Nor I , my lord . Ham . No ; you'll reveal it . Hor . Not I , my lord , by heaven . Mar. Ham . How say you , then ; would heart of man once ...
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52. 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. Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus; but use all gently: for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
78. oldal - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! 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 unus'd.
18. 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?
215. oldal - LEAR And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
62. 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. 'Sblood, 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.
266. 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.
108. 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: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
98. oldal - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
6. oldal - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long; And then, they say, no spirit can walk abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
53. oldal - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.