Obrazy na stronie
PDF
ePub

Like a man to double business bound,

I stand in pause where I shall first begin,
And both neglect.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.

O limed soul, that, struggling to be free,

Art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!

Ibid.

With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. Ibid.

About some act

That has no relish of salvation in 't.

Dead, for a ducat, dead!

Ibid.

Act iii. Sc. 4.

And let me wring your heart; for so I shall,
If it be made of penetrable stuff.

Ibid.

[blocks in formation]

That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?

Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow;
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill;
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.

At your age

The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble.

Ibid.

Ibid.

Ibid.

O shame! where is thy blush?

Rebellious hell,

If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,
To flaming youth let virtue be as wax,
And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame
When the compulsive ardour gives the charge,
Since frost itself as actively doth burn
And reason panders will.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

A cutpurse of the empire and the rule,

That from a shelf the precious diadem stole,
And put it in his pocket!

Ibid.

[blocks in formation]

This is the very coinage of your brain:
This bodiless creation ecstasy

[blocks in formation]

Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.

Confess yourself to heaven;

Ibid.

Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.

Ibid.

Assume a virtue, if you have it not.

That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat,
Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.

Ibid.

Refrain to-night,

And that shall lend a kind of easiness

To the next abstinence: the next more easy;
For use almost can change the stamp of nature.

Ibid.

I must be cruel, only to be kind :

Thus bad begins and worse remains behind.

Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

For 't is the sport to have the enginer

Hoist with his own petar.

Diseases desperate grown

By desperate appliance are relieved,

Or not at all.

Act iv. Sc. 3.

A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.

Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not

That capability and godlike reason

To fust in us unused.

Rightly to be great

Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour 's at the stake.

Ibid.

Act iv. Sc. 4.

Ibid.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt,

It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

Act iv. Sc. 5.

We know what we are, but know not what we may be.

Ibid.

Then up he rose, and donned his clothes.

Ibid.

When sorrows come, they come not single spies,
But in battalions.

Ibid.

There's such divinity doth hedge a king,

That treason can but peep to what it would.

Ibid.

Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine,
It sends some precious instance of itself
After the thing it loves.

Ibid.

There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.

[ocr errors]

Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5.

You must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy: I would give you some violets, but they withered.

Ibid.

[blocks in formation]

1 Clo. Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death

shortens not his own life.

2 Clo. But is this law?

1 Clo. Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law.

Cudgel thy brains no more about it.

Has this fellow no feeling of his business?

Act v. Sc. 1.

Ibid.

Ibid.

The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.

A politician,

[ocr errors]
[ocr errors]

Ibid. one that would circumvent God.

Ibid. One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

Ibid.

How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.

Ibid.

The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Ibid.

To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till he find it stopping a bung-hole?

Ibid.

'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so. Ibid.

Imperious Cæsar, dead and turned to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.

Ibid.

[blocks in formation]

I thought thy bride-bed to have decked, sweet maid, And not have strewed thy grave.

Ibid.

Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous.

Ibid.

« PoprzedniaDalej »