Shakespeare's Tragedy of HamletJ.M. Dent, 1895 - 215 pages |
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... Madness , 1596 , " and looks as pale as the wisard of the ghost , which cried so miserally at the theator , like an oyster - wife , Hamlet revenge . ' 99 * In all probability Thomas Kyd was the author of the play alluded to in these ...
... Madness , 1596 , " and looks as pale as the wisard of the ghost , which cried so miserally at the theator , like an oyster - wife , Hamlet revenge . ' 99 * In all probability Thomas Kyd was the author of the play alluded to in these ...
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... madness ; a faithful Horatio figures in each ; a play- scene brings about the catastrophe in the Spanish Tragedy , even as it helps forward the catastrophe in Hamlet ; in both play's Nemesis involves in its meshes the innocent as well ...
... madness ; a faithful Horatio figures in each ; a play- scene brings about the catastrophe in the Spanish Tragedy , even as it helps forward the catastrophe in Hamlet ; in both play's Nemesis involves in its meshes the innocent as well ...
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... madness in order to execute revenge ; these are the vague originals of Ophelia and Polo- nius ; the meeting of mother and son ; the voyage to England ; all these familiar elements are found in the old tale . But the ghost , the play ...
... madness in order to execute revenge ; these are the vague originals of Ophelia and Polo- nius ; the meeting of mother and son ; the voyage to England ; all these familiar elements are found in the old tale . But the ghost , the play ...
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... madness ? think of it : The very place puts toys of desperation , Without more motive , into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath . It waves me still . Go on ; I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not ...
... madness ? think of it : The very place puts toys of desperation , Without more motive , into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath . It waves me still . Go on ; I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not ...
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... madness , What is ' t but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go . More matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true ' tis pity , And pity ' tis ' tis true : a ...
... madness , What is ' t but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go . More matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true : ' tis true ' tis pity , And pity ' tis ' tis true : a ...
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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...