Shakespeare's Tragedy of HamletJ.M. Dent, 1895 - 215 pages |
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... terms compulsatory , those foresaid lands So by his father lost and this , I take it , : Is the main motive of our preparations , The source of this our watch and the chief head Of this post - haste and romage in the land . Ber . I ...
... terms compulsatory , those foresaid lands So by his father lost and this , I take it , : Is the main motive of our preparations , The source of this our watch and the chief head Of this post - haste and romage in the land . Ber . I ...
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... term To do obsequious sorrow : but to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis unmanly grief : It shows a will most incorrect to heaven , A heart unfortified , a mind impatient , An understanding ...
... term To do obsequious sorrow : but to persever In obstinate condolement is a course Of impious stubbornness ; ' tis unmanly grief : It shows a will most incorrect to heaven , A heart unfortified , a mind impatient , An understanding ...
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... terms , from this time forth , Have you so slander any moment leisure , As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet . Look to ' t , I charge you : come your ways . Oph . I shall obey , my lord . 130 [ Exeunt . Scene IV . The platform ...
... terms , from this time forth , Have you so slander any moment leisure , As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet . Look to ' t , I charge you : come your ways . Oph . I shall obey , my lord . 130 [ Exeunt . Scene IV . The platform ...
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... term to walk the night , And for the day confined to fast in fires , 1Ο Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , I could a tale unfold ...
... term to walk the night , And for the day confined to fast in fires , 1Ο Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away . But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison - house , I could a tale unfold ...
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... terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so`near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies . We will ourselves provide : Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your majesty ...
... terms of our estate may not endure Hazard so`near us as doth hourly grow Out of his lunacies . We will ourselves provide : Most holy and religious fear it is To keep those many many bodies safe That live and feed upon your majesty ...
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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...