Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkHarper, 1889 - 285 |
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Strona 64
... 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 , that I , with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love , May ...
... 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 , that I , with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love , May ...
Strona 88
... murther . Roasted in wrath and fire , And thus o'er - sized with coagulate gore , With eyes like carbuncles , the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks . So , proceed you . 435 450 Polonius . Fore God , my lord , well spoken , with ...
... murther . Roasted in wrath and fire , And thus o'er - sized with coagulate gore , With eyes like carbuncles , the hellish Pyrrhus Old grandsire Priam seeks . So , proceed you . 435 450 Polonius . Fore God , my lord , well spoken , with ...
Strona 90
... Murther of Gonzago ? 1 Player . Ay , my lord . 522 Hamlet . We'll ha ' t to - morrow night . You could , for a need , study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and insert in ' t , could you not ? I Player ...
... Murther of Gonzago ? 1 Player . Ay , my lord . 522 Hamlet . We'll ha ' t to - morrow night . You could , for a need , study a speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and insert in ' t , could you not ? I Player ...
Strona 92
... murther'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack my heart with words , And fall ... murther , though it have no tongue , will speak With most miraculous organ . ] ] I'll have these players Play ...
... murther'd , Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell , Must , like a whore , unpack my heart with words , And fall ... murther , though it have no tongue , will speak With most miraculous organ . ] ] I'll have these players Play ...
Strona 106
... murther done in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name ; his wife , Baptista : you shall see anon ; ' t is a knavish piece of work : but what o ' that ? your maj- esty and we that have free souls , it touches us not let the galled jade ...
... murther done in Vienna : Gonzago is the duke's name ; his wife , Baptista : you shall see anon ; ' t is a knavish piece of work : but what o ' that ? your maj- esty and we that have free souls , it touches us not let the galled jade ...
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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.