 | 1862 - 486 oldal
...'s yet some liquor left. " Ham, Give me the cup ; — let go, — by heaven, I '11 have it ! O God ! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story O, I die, Horatio ! The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. The rest is silence. " Hor. Now cracks... | |
 | 1862 - 520 oldal
...'a yet some liquor left. " Ham. Give me the cup ; — let go, — by heaven, I '11 have it ! O God ! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story O, I die, Horatio ! The potent poison quite o'ercrows my spirit. The rest is silence. " Hor. Now cracks... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1863 - 166 oldal
...Dane, Here's yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou art a man, Give me the cup : let go : by henven I'll have it. O, good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things...draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. [March afuroff, andshot within. What warlike noise is this ? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 868 oldal
...some liquor left. HAM. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup ; let go ; by heaven I'll have Ч ! — О, ct II. So. 1 :— " Cry, Havoc, Kings 1 " and In " Julius Cesar," Act sAoif without. What warlike noise is this ? OSE. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John William Stanhope Hows - 1864 - 498 oldal
...left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, — Give me the cup ; let go ; by heaven I'll have it. — O Heaven ! — Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. — O, I die, Horatio ; The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit ; * The rest is silence. [Diet... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1864 - 648 oldal
...some liquor left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go; by Heaven, I'll have't. — 0 God ! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus...Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh word draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. — [March afar off, and Shot within. What warlike... | |
 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - 332 oldal
...if we would learn it more perfectly. The dying Prince of Denmark speaks to his friend Horatio : — If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Act v. Sc. 2: The great apostle of the Gentiles, in bondage at Rome, writes to his Philippian converts... | |
 | Charles Wordsworth - 1864 - 392 oldal
...it more perfectly. The Prince of Denmark, on the point of death, speaks to his friend Horatio : — If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. Act v. Sc. z. Sentiments derived from the Bible. 309 The great apostle of the Gentiles, in bondage... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 212 oldal
...Dane, Here's yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup ; let go ; by Heaven I '11 have it! O, good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things...pain, To tell my story. [March afar off, and shot without. What warlike noise is this ? Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1865 - 416 oldal
...yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go; by heaven, I'll have't. — 0 good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing...To tell my story. — • [March afar off and shot witfiin. What warlike noise is this t Osr. Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the... | |
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s yet some liquor left. Ham. As thou 'rt a man, Give me the cup : let go, by heaven I 'll have it. — O good 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... 
