HamletKempische Boekhandel, 1869 - 97 oldal |
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... live the king . Bernardo ? He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your houre . Ber . ' Tis now strooke twelfe , get thee to bed Francisco . Fran . For this reliefe much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have ...
... live the king . Bernardo ? He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your houre . Ber . ' Tis now strooke twelfe , get thee to bed Francisco . Fran . For this reliefe much thanks : ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber . Have ...
8. oldal
... lives must die , Passing through nature to eternity . 50 55 60 65 70 Ham . I madam , it is common . Queene . If it bee , Why seemes it so particular with thee . Ham . Seemes , madam , nay it is : I know not seemes , ' Tis not alone my ...
... lives must die , Passing through nature to eternity . 50 55 60 65 70 Ham . I madam , it is common . Queene . If it bee , Why seemes it so particular with thee . Ham . Seemes , madam , nay it is : I know not seemes , ' Tis not alone my ...
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... live my honor'd lord ' tis true 215 220 194 attentiue BCF . 195 witnes A. 196 maruile A maruell D. 197 Heauens ( for Gods ) D. 200 vast A * CF waste E. 201 encountred DEF . 202 Arm'd DE . to point A * . at all points DE . Pe DEF . 204 ...
... live my honor'd lord ' tis true 215 220 194 attentiue BCF . 195 witnes A. 196 maruile A maruell D. 197 Heauens ( for Gods ) D. 200 vast A * CF waste E. 201 encountred DEF . 202 Arm'd DE . to point A * . at all points DE . Pe DEF . 204 ...
23. oldal
... . 91 Adue , adue , Hamlet : D. 92 elfe BCEF . 93 coupple AB . fie ! hold my heart BCDEF . 94 finnowes AB finnewes DE . 95 wiftly ( for stiffely ) ABCF . 96 while DE . And thy commandement all alone shall live Within the booke I 5 23 HAMLET.
... . 91 Adue , adue , Hamlet : D. 92 elfe BCEF . 93 coupple AB . fie ! hold my heart BCDEF . 94 finnowes AB finnewes DE . 95 wiftly ( for stiffely ) ABCF . 96 while DE . And thy commandement all alone shall live Within the booke I 5 23 HAMLET.
24. oldal
William Shakespeare Francis Henry Stratmann. And thy commandement all alone shall live Within the booke and volume of my braine , Unmixt with baser matter ; yes by heaven . O most pernicious woman ! 105 O villaine , villaine , smiling ...
William Shakespeare Francis Henry Stratmann. And thy commandement all alone shall live Within the booke and volume of my braine , Unmixt with baser matter ; yes by heaven . O most pernicious woman ! 105 O villaine , villaine , smiling ...
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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 Fortinbrasse friends gentlemen Gertrude Ghost give Guil Guildensterne ha's hast hath heare heart heaven Hecuba heere in't indeede is't kyth 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
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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.
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.
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.
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...