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... Enter to him BERNARDO . BER . Who's there ? FRAN . Nay , answer me : stand , and unfold yourself . BER . Long live the king ! FRAN . Bernardo ? BER . He . FRAN . You come most carefully upon your hour . BER . ' Tis now struck twelve ...
... Enter to him BERNARDO . BER . Who's there ? FRAN . Nay , answer me : stand , and unfold yourself . BER . Long live the king ! FRAN . Bernardo ? BER . He . FRAN . You come most carefully upon your hour . BER . ' Tis now struck twelve ...
Strona 2
William Shakespeare Charles Edward Moberly. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS . HOR . Friends to this ground . MAR . And liegemen to the Dane . FRAN . Give you good night . MAR . Who hath relieved you ? FRAN . Give you good night . O ...
William Shakespeare Charles Edward Moberly. Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS . HOR . Friends to this ground . MAR . And liegemen to the Dane . FRAN . Give you good night . MAR . Who hath relieved you ? FRAN . Give you good night . O ...
Strona 3
... Enter Ghost . 39 MAR . Peace , break thee off ; look , where it comes again ! BER . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio ...
... Enter Ghost . 39 MAR . Peace , break thee off ; look , where it comes again ! BER . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . MAR . Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . BER . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio ...
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... enter Ghost . I'll cross it , though it blast me . Stay , illusion If thou hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , 120 130 be omitted , it would be better to borrow from Julius Cæsar , ii ...
... enter Ghost . I'll cross it , though it blast me . Stay , illusion If thou hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , 120 130 be omitted , it would be better to borrow from Julius Cæsar , ii ...
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... Enter the KING , QUEEN , HAMLET , POLONIUS , LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . KING . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and ...
... Enter the KING , QUEEN , HAMLET , POLONIUS , LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . KING . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and ...
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Strona 98 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Strona 78 - 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. Why ! 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 30 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strona 49 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Strona 44 - tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Strona 29 - Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night; And, for the day, confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away.
Strona 22 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Strona 131 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Strona 113 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them : There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Strona 64 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin...