Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkClarendon Press, 1874 - 231 |
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... fear and wonder . Bernardo . It would be spoke to . Marcellus . Question it , Horatio . Horatio . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did ...
... fear and wonder . Bernardo . It would be spoke to . Marcellus . Question it , Horatio . Horatio . What art thou , that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did ...
Strona 13
... fear - surprised eyes , Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; And I with them the third night ...
... fear - surprised eyes , Within his truncheon's length ; whilst they , distill'd Almost to jelly with the act of fear , Stand dumb and speak not to him . This to me In dreadful secrecy impart they did ; And I with them the third night ...
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... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own ; For he himself is subject to his birth : He may not , as unvalued persons do , Carve for himself , for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state ; [ Exit ...
... fear , His greatness weigh'd , his will is not his own ; For he himself is subject to his birth : He may not , as unvalued persons do , Carve for himself , for on his choice depends The safety and health of this whole state ; [ Exit ...
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... Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my 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 ...
... Fear it , Ophelia , fear it , my 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 ...
Strona 21
... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it . Horatio . What if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the ...
... fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul , what can it do to that , Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it . Horatio . What if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the ...
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