The tragicall historie of Hamlet, prince of Denmarke, ed. with the various readings and critical notes by F.H. Stratmann |
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31. oldal
... Guil . But we both obey , And here give up our selves , in the full bent , To lay our service freely at your feete , To be commanded . King . Thankes Rosencrans , and gentle Guildensterne . Queene . Thankes Guildensterne , and gentle ...
... Guil . But we both obey , And here give up our selves , in the full bent , To lay our service freely at your feete , To be commanded . King . Thankes Rosencrans , and gentle Guildensterne . Queene . Thankes Guildensterne , and gentle ...
36. oldal
... Guil . My honor'd lord . Ros . My most deere lord . Ham . My excellent good friends , how dost thou Guildensterne ? Ah Rosencrans , good lads how doe ye both ? Ros . As the indifferent children of the earth . 220 Guil . Happy , in that ...
... Guil . My honor'd lord . Ros . My most deere lord . Ham . My excellent good friends , how dost thou Guildensterne ? Ah Rosencrans , good lads how doe ye both ? Ros . As the indifferent children of the earth . 220 Guil . Happy , in that ...
37. oldal
... Guil . Prison , my lord ? Ham . Denmark's a prison . Ros . Then is the world one . 235 Ham . A goodly one , in which there are many confines , wards , and dungeons ; Denmarke being one o ' th ' worst . 240 Ros . We thinke not so my lord ...
... Guil . Prison , my lord ? Ham . Denmark's a prison . Ros . Then is the world one . 235 Ham . A goodly one , in which there are many confines , wards , and dungeons ; Denmarke being one o ' th ' worst . 240 Ros . We thinke not so my lord ...
38. oldal
... Guil . My lord , we were sent for . 285 Ham . I will tell you why ; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery , and your secrecie to the king and queene moult no feather , I have of late , but wherefore I knowe not , lost all my ...
... Guil . My lord , we were sent for . 285 Ham . I will tell you why ; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery , and your secrecie to the king and queene moult no feather , I have of late , but wherefore I knowe not , lost all my ...
39. oldal
... Guil . Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of braines . Ham . Do the boyes carry it away ? Ros . I that they do my lord , Hercules & his load too . - 345 312 fhal BD . fing ( for sere not in ABCF . 315 black 308 coated DF . hither D ...
... Guil . Oh there ha's beene much throwing about of braines . Ham . Do the boyes carry it away ? Ros . I that they do my lord , Hercules & his load too . - 345 312 fhal BD . fing ( for sere not in ABCF . 315 black 308 coated DF . hither D ...
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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?
77. oldal - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal, and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
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.
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...
96. oldal - As thus; Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth to dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam : And why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
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.
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.
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!