The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke, 1. kötetN. Trübner and Company, 1869 - 118 oldal |
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8. oldal
... Laer . Your leave and favour to returne to France , From whence , though willingly I came to Denmarke , To showe my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confesse , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward France ...
... Laer . Your leave and favour to returne to France , From whence , though willingly I came to Denmarke , To showe my duty in your coronation ; Yet now I must confesse , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend againe toward France ...
14. oldal
... Laer . My necessaries are imbark't , farewell , And sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , doe not sleepe , But let me heare from you . Oph . Doe you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
... Laer . My necessaries are imbark't , farewell , And sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , doe not sleepe , But let me heare from you . Oph . Doe you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
15. oldal
... Laer . O feare me not . I stay too long , but heere my father comes : Enter Polonius . A double blessing is a double grace , Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet heere Laertes ? a bord , a bord for shame , The wind sits in ...
... Laer . O feare me not . I stay too long , but heere my father comes : Enter Polonius . A double blessing is a double grace , Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Pol . Yet heere Laertes ? a bord , a bord for shame , The wind sits in ...
16. oldal
... Laer . Most humbly doe I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invests you , goe , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell Ophelia , and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . Tis in my memory lockt , And you your selfe shall ...
... Laer . Most humbly doe I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invests you , goe , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell Ophelia , and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . Tis in my memory lockt , And you your selfe shall ...
82. oldal
William Shakespeare Franz Stratmann, Francis Henry Stratmann. Laer . Where is my father ? King . Queene . Dead . But not by him . King . Let him demand his fill Laer . How came he dead ? I'le not be jugled with . To hell allegiance ...
William Shakespeare Franz Stratmann, Francis Henry Stratmann. Laer . Where is my father ? King . Queene . Dead . But not by him . King . Let him demand his fill Laer . How came he dead ? I'le not be jugled with . To hell allegiance ...
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38. oldal - What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.
94. oldal - Did these bones cost no more the breeding, but to play at loggats with 'em? mine ache to think on't. 101 ist Clo. [Sings] "A pick-axe, and a spade, a spade, For and a shrouding sheet; O, a pit of clay for to be made For such a guest is meet.
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?
52. oldal - ... 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.
64. oldal - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
109. oldal - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ? If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
10. oldal - I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman!
45. 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?
96. oldal - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...