HamletKempische Boekhandel, 1869 - 97 oldal |
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6 - 10 találat összesen 19 találatból.
23. oldal
... poore ghost , whiles memory holds a seate In this distracted globe ; remember thee ? Yea , from the table of my memory Ile wipe away all triviall fond records , All sawes of bookes , all formes , all pressures past , That youth and ...
... poore ghost , whiles memory holds a seate In this distracted globe ; remember thee ? Yea , from the table of my memory Ile wipe away all triviall fond records , All sawes of bookes , all formes , all pressures past , That youth and ...
24. oldal
... l D you'll E. 124 Booth . A. Heau'n DE . my lord not in ABCF . 125 nere D ne'er E. 127 need 4 * needs BCDEF . 128 i ' th ' DE . 131 bufines AD . defires DE . 132 ha's D has E. defiers A Such as it is , and for mine owne poore 24 I 5 HAMLET.
... l D you'll E. 124 Booth . A. Heau'n DE . my lord not in ABCF . 125 nere D ne'er E. 127 need 4 * needs BCDEF . 128 i ' th ' DE . 131 bufines AD . defires DE . 132 ha's D has E. defiers A Such as it is , and for mine owne poore 24 I 5 HAMLET.
25. oldal
... poore request . Hor . What is't my lord ? we will . 140 145 Ham . Never make knowne what you have seene to night . Both . My lord , we will not . Ham . Nay , but swear't . Hor . In faith My lord , not I. Mar. Nor I my lord in faith ...
... poore request . Hor . What is't my lord ? we will . 140 145 Ham . Never make knowne what you have seene to night . Both . My lord , we will not . Ham . Nay , but swear't . Hor . In faith My lord , not I. Mar. Nor I my lord in faith ...
26. oldal
... poore a man as Hamlet is , May doe t'expresse his love and friending to you , God willing shall not lacke : let us goe in together , And still your fingers on your lippes I pray , The time is out of joynt : o cursed spight , That ever I ...
... poore a man as Hamlet is , May doe t'expresse his love and friending to you , God willing shall not lacke : let us goe in together , And still your fingers on your lippes I pray , The time is out of joynt : o cursed spight , That ever I ...
35. oldal
... poore wretch comes reading . Pol . Away , I doe beseech you , both away , Exit King and Queene . Ile bord him presently . Oh give me leave , 170 How does my good lord Hamlet ? Ham . Well , God a mercy . Pol . Doe you knowe me , my lord ...
... poore wretch comes reading . Pol . Away , I doe beseech you , both away , Exit King and Queene . Ile bord him presently . Oh give me leave , 170 How does my good lord Hamlet ? Ham . Well , God a mercy . Pol . Doe you knowe me , my lord ...
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Népszerű szakaszok
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...