Shakespeare's Tragedy of HamletJ.M. Dent, 1895 - 215 pages |
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... lines as against 3719 in the later . Quarto ; ( ii . ) the mutilation , or omission , of many passages " distinguished by that blending of psychological insight with imagination and fancy , which is the highest manifestation of ...
... lines as against 3719 in the later . Quarto ; ( ii . ) the mutilation , or omission , of many passages " distinguished by that blending of psychological insight with imagination and fancy , which is the highest manifestation of ...
Page x
... line by line , and page by page , at length must needs die to our stage . ' The play alluded to by Nash did not die to our stage till the end of the century ; in Henslowe's Diary we find an entry : - " 9. of June 1594 . R [ eceive ] d ...
... line by line , and page by page , at length must needs die to our stage . ' The play alluded to by Nash did not die to our stage till the end of the century ; in Henslowe's Diary we find an entry : - " 9. of June 1594 . R [ eceive ] d ...
Page 67
... lines to make the matter savoury , nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affection ; but ... line ; let 470 me see , let me see ; ' The rugged Pyrrhus , like th ' Hyrcanian beast , ' - It is not so it begins with ...
... lines to make the matter savoury , nor no matter in the phrase that might indict the author of affection ; but ... line ; let 470 me see , let me see ; ' The rugged Pyrrhus , like th ' Hyrcanian beast , ' - It is not so it begins with ...
Page 71
... lines , which I would set down and in- sert in ' t , could you not ? First Play . Ay , my lord . Ham . Very well . Follow that lord ; and look you 570 mock him not . [ Exit First Player . ] My good friends , I'll leave you till night ...
... lines , which I would set down and in- sert in ' t , could you not ? First Play . Ay , my lord . Ham . Very well . Follow that lord ; and look you 570 mock him not . [ Exit First Player . ] My good friends , I'll leave you till night ...
Page 84
... lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand , thus ; but use all gently : for in the very torrent , tem- pest , and , as I may say , whirlwind of your passion , you must acquire and beget a temper- ance that may give it ...
... lines . Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand , thus ; but use all gently : for in the very torrent , tem- pest , and , as I may say , whirlwind of your passion , you must acquire and beget a temper- ance that may give it ...
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aught blood breath Cæsar Dane dead dear death Denmark dost doth drink e'en earth emendation Enter Hamlet Enter King Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Exit Ghost eyes faith Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grief Guil hast hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Horatio Jephthah Julius Cæsar lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madness majesty Marcellus mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er Omitted in Ff omitted in Qq Ophelia Osric passion play players poison'd Polack pollax Polonius pray Priam Pyrrhus Quarto Queen revenge Reynaldo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Scene Senecan Shakespeare's Sings sleep soul Spanish Tragedy speak speech sweet sweet lord sword tell thee There's thine thing thou thoughts tongue twere vide words ΙΟ
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Page 72 - What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her/ What would he do, Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have/ He would drown the stage with tears And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Page 73 - Why, what an ass am I! This is most brave, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell, Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab, A scullion!
Page 163 - Dost thou come here to whine ? To outface me with leaping in her grave ? Be buried quick with her, and so will I : And, if thou prate of mountains, let them throw Millions of acres on us, till our ground, Singeing his pate against the burning zone, Make Ossa like a wart ! Nay, an thou'lt mouth, I'll rant as well as thou.
Page 36 - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past. That youth and observation copied there; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.
Page 163 - I loved Ophelia : forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Page 80 - Ham. Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things that it were better my mother had not borne me: I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven ? We are arrant knaves, all ; believe none of us.
Page 84 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Page 160 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Page 15 - I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman!
Page 78 - 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...