 | Ludwig Schajowicz - 1990 - Liczba stron: 400
...How stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame, I see The imminent...cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O! From this time forth My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!25... | |
 | Steven Berkoff - 1990 - Liczba stron: 228
...more. But for the poor sailors drowning in the Belgrano, and the faces burnt away in the Sheffield: That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot . . . Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain. When the company was in France at this... | |
 | Alexander Welsh - 1992 - Liczba stron: 288
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 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - Liczba stron: 196
...my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, 60 That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves...cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!"4... | |
 | Marvin Rosenberg - 1992 - Liczba stron: 1006
...Fortinbras' troops — to contrast their foolishness with his own solemn obligations. No eggshell: twenty thousand men That, for a fantasy and trick...fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot . . . Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain. As the last line shortens, Hamlet's... | |
 | Bertrand Russell - 1993 - Liczba stron: 678
...stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd. Excitements of my reason and my blood, 20 And let all sleep, while, to my shame, I see The imminent...for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Wliich is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O! from this time forth, My thoughts be... | |
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Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds... 
