The tragicall historie of Hamlet, prince of Denmarke, ed. with the various readings and critical notes by F.H. Stratmann |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 26 találatból.
5. oldal
... death , 135 The cocke crowes . Speake of it , stay and speake . Stop it Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Doe , if it will not stand . Ber . Hor . ' Tis heere . " Tis heere . Exit Ghost . 140 Mar. ' Tis gone ...
... death , 135 The cocke crowes . Speake of it , stay and speake . Stop it Marcellus . Mar. Shall I strike at it with my partizan ? Hor . Doe , if it will not stand . Ber . Hor . ' Tis heere . " Tis heere . Exit Ghost . 140 Mar. ' Tis gone ...
6. oldal
... death The memorie bee greene , and that it us befitted To beare our hearts in greefe , and our whole kingdome To be contracted in one browe of woe , Yet so farre hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrowe thinke on ...
... death The memorie bee greene , and that it us befitted To beare our hearts in greefe , and our whole kingdome To be contracted in one browe of woe , Yet so farre hath discretion fought with nature , That we with wisest sorrowe thinke on ...
7. oldal
... death Our state to be disjoint , and out of frame , Coleagued with this dreame of his advantage He hath not fayl'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of lawe 20 To our ...
... death Our state to be disjoint , and out of frame , Coleagued with this dreame of his advantage He hath not fayl'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bands of lawe 20 To our ...
9. oldal
... death of fathers , and who still hath cryed From the first course , till he that died to day , This must be so . We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe , and thinke of us As of a father ; for let the world take note , You are ...
... death of fathers , and who still hath cryed From the first course , till he that died to day , This must be so . We pray you throw to earth This unprevailing woe , and thinke of us As of a father ; for let the world take note , You are ...
19. oldal
... death , Have burst their cerements , why the sepulcher , Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd , Hath op't his ponderous and marble jawes , To cast thee up againe ? What may this meane That thou dead corse , againe in compleat steele ...
... death , Have burst their cerements , why the sepulcher , Wherein we saw thee quietly interr'd , Hath op't his ponderous and marble jawes , To cast thee up againe ? What may this meane That thou dead corse , againe in compleat steele ...
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
ABCDE ABCF BCDEF beleeve businesse CDEF Clow Collier dead deere Denmarke doo't dooes doth Dyce eare earth edition Enter Hamlet Enter Horatio Enter King Enter Polonius Exeunt Exit Exit Ghost eyes farewell farre feare Fortinbrasse friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give Guil Guildensterne ha's hast hath heare heart heaven Hecuba heere in't indeede is't KREFELD Laer Laertes looke lord Hamlet madnesse majesty Marcellus marry misprint modern editors mother murther night Norway o're omitted in ABC Onixe Ophelia Osricke play players pollax poyson pray Priam Pyrrhus quarto Queene reading Reyn Rosencrans Scena Quarta Scena Secunda selfe Shakespeare Singer sleepe sonne soule speake sunne sweet sword tell thee Theobald There's thine thing thinke thou thoughts tongue true Tschischwitz twere vertue Wee'l WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Népszerű szakaszok
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!