The Tragicall Historie of Hamlet, Prince of Denmarke, 1. kötetN. Trübner and Company, 1869 - 118 oldal |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 27 találatból.
14. oldal
... soule , foule deedes will rise , Though all the earth ore - whelme them to mens eyes . Exit . Scena Tertia . Enter Laertes and Ophelia his sister . Laer . My necessaries are imbark't , farewell , And sister , as the winds give benefit ...
... soule , foule deedes will rise , Though all the earth ore - whelme them to mens eyes . Exit . Scena Tertia . Enter Laertes and Ophelia his sister . Laer . My necessaries are imbark't , farewell , And sister , as the winds give benefit ...
16. oldal
... soule with hoopes of steele , But doe not dull thy palme with entertainement Of each new hatcht , unfledg'd courage . Beware 60 65 Of entrance to a quarrell , but being in , Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee . Give every man ...
... soule with hoopes of steele , But doe not dull thy palme with entertainement Of each new hatcht , unfledg'd courage . Beware 60 65 Of entrance to a quarrell , but being in , Bear't that th'opposed may beware of thee . Give every man ...
17. oldal
... soule Lends the tongue vowes : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light then heate , extinct in both , Even in their promise , as it is a making , 110 115 You must not take for fire : from this time daughter , 120 Be somewhat scanter ...
... soule Lends the tongue vowes : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light then heate , extinct in both , Even in their promise , as it is a making , 110 115 You must not take for fire : from this time daughter , 120 Be somewhat scanter ...
20. oldal
... soule , what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe ; It waves me forth againe ; Ile followe it . Hor . What if it tempt you toward the flood my lord , Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cliffe 70 That beetles ore his ...
... soule , what can it doe to that Being a thing immortall as it selfe ; It waves me forth againe ; Ile followe it . Hor . What if it tempt you toward the flood my lord , Or to the dreadfull somnet of the cliffe 70 That beetles ore his ...
21. oldal
... soule , freeze thy young blood , Make thy two eyes like starres start from their spheres , Thy knotted and combined locks to part , And each particular haire to stand an end , Like quils upon the fearefull porpentine : But this eternall ...
... soule , freeze thy young blood , Make thy two eyes like starres start from their spheres , Thy knotted and combined locks to part , And each particular haire to stand an end , Like quils upon the fearefull porpentine : But this eternall ...
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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...