Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkHarper, 1889 - 285 |
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Strona 47
... dear brother's death . The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe , Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow ...
... dear brother's death . The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow of woe , Yet so far hath discretion fought with nature That we with wisest sorrow ...
Strona 48
... dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with the dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bonds of ...
... dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame , Colleagued with the dream of his advantage , He hath not fail'd to pester us with message , Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father , with all bonds of ...
Strona 57
... dear sister , And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes ; The canker ...
... dear sister , And keep you in the rear of your affection , Out of the shot and danger of desire . The chariest maid is prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the moon . Virtue itself scapes not calumnious strokes ; The canker ...
Strona 64
... dear father love— Hamlet . O God ! Ghost . Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther . Hamlet . Murther ! Ghost . Murther most foul , as in the best it is ; But this most foul , strange , and unnatural . Hamlet . Haste me to know ' t ...
... dear father love— Hamlet . O God ! Ghost . Revenge his foul and most unnatural murther . Hamlet . Murther ! Ghost . Murther most foul , as in the best it is ; But this most foul , strange , and unnatural . Hamlet . Haste me to know ' t ...
Strona 74
... dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you , The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending . Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it , Sith nor the exterior nor ...
... dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern ! Moreover that we much did long to see you , The need we have to use you did provoke Our hasty sending . Something have you heard Of Hamlet's transformation ; so I call it , Sith nor the exterior nor ...
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Strona 110 - 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? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Strona 64 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood...
Strona 113 - 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.
Strona 50 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shows of grief, That can denote me truly : these, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play ; But I have that within, which passeth show, These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Strona 62 - What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, : . Making night hideous ; and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls ? Say, why is this ? wherefore ? what should we do ? [Ghost beckons Hamlet.
Strona 62 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into madness? think of it; The very place puts toys of desperation, Without more motive, into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath.
Strona 51 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Strona 56 - Think it no more : For nature, crescent, does not grow alone In thews and bulk; but, as this temple waxes, The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal.
Strona 96 - With a bare bodkin; who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Strona 73 - Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me.