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... tell me , he that knows , 70 Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land ; And why such daily cast of brazen cannon , And foreign mart for implements of war ; Why such impress of shipwrights ...
... tell me , he that knows , 70 Why this same strict and most observant watch So nightly toils the subject of the land ; And why such daily cast of brazen cannon , And foreign mart for implements of war ; Why such impress of shipwrights ...
Strona 14
... tell , And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again , Re - speaking earthly thunder . Come away . [ Exeunt all but HAMLET . 104 Who still hath cried . The personifying relative . ( Abbott , § 264. ) 112 Do I impart . __Do I ...
... tell , And the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again , Re - speaking earthly thunder . Come away . [ Exeunt all but HAMLET . 104 Who still hath cried . The personifying relative . ( Abbott , § 264. ) 112 Do I impart . __Do I ...
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... tell a MAR . BER . Longer , longer . HOR . Not when I saw ' t . Thundred . HAM . His beard was grizzled ? —no . 240 230 His beaver . The face - cover of the helmet - bevoir , ' that which is moved for drinking . 240 His beard was ...
... tell a MAR . BER . Longer , longer . HOR . Not when I saw ' t . Thundred . HAM . His beard was grizzled ? —no . 240 230 His beaver . The face - cover of the helmet - bevoir , ' that which is moved for drinking . 240 His beard was ...
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... tell you , You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour . What is between you ? give me up the truth . OPH . He hath , my lord , of late made many tenders Of his affection to me . POL . Affection ...
... tell you , You do not understand yourself so clearly As it behoves my daughter and your honour . What is between you ? give me up the truth . OPH . He hath , my lord , of late made many tenders Of his affection to me . POL . Affection ...
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... tell Why thy canonized bones , hearsed in death , Have burst their cerements ; why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd , Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again . What may this mean , That thou ...
... tell Why thy canonized bones , hearsed in death , Have burst their cerements ; why the sepulchre , Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd , Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again . What may this mean , That thou ...
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aught awhile blood body brain breath brother chough Coriolanus daughter dead dear death Denmark devil doth dreams drink e'en earth editions England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ eyes fair Farewell father fear felo de se follow Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude GHOST give grace grave grief GUIL hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Horatio Jephthah Julius Cæsar lady LAER Laertes live look Lord Hamlet Macbeth madness majesty marry matter means mind mother murder nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia OSRIC passion play players poison'd POLONIUS pray Pyrrhus QUEEN revenge ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN RUGBY SCHOOL SCENE sense Shakspere Shakspere's Sings sleep soul speak speech spirit sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thought tongue twere villain words youth ΙΟ
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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...