The Vale Shakespeare, 15. köideHacon & Ricketts, 1900 |
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... REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two Clowns , grave - diggers . FORTINBRAS , prince of Norway . A Captain . English Ambassadors . GERTRUDE , queen of Denmark , and mother to Hamlet . OPHELIA , daughter to Polonius . Lords ...
... REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two Clowns , grave - diggers . FORTINBRAS , prince of Norway . A Captain . English Ambassadors . GERTRUDE , queen of Denmark , and mother to Hamlet . OPHELIA , daughter to Polonius . Lords ...
Page xxxiv
... Reynaldo . POLONIUS . Give him this money and these notes , Reynaldo . REYNALDO . I will , my lord . POLONIUS . You shall do marvellous wisely , good Reynaldo , Before you visit him , to make inquiry Of his behaviour . REYNALDO ...
... Reynaldo . POLONIUS . Give him this money and these notes , Reynaldo . REYNALDO . I will , my lord . POLONIUS . You shall do marvellous wisely , good Reynaldo , Before you visit him , to make inquiry Of his behaviour . REYNALDO ...
Page xxxv
... REYNALDO . POLONIUS . But , my good lord , - Wherefore should you do this ? REYNALDO . I would know that . POLONIUS . Ay , my lord , Marry , sir , here's my drift ; And , I believe , it is a fetch of wit : You laying these slight ...
... REYNALDO . POLONIUS . But , my good lord , - Wherefore should you do this ? REYNALDO . I would know that . POLONIUS . Ay , my lord , Marry , sir , here's my drift ; And , I believe , it is a fetch of wit : You laying these slight ...
Page xxxvi
... REYNALDO . My lord , I have . POLONIUS . REYNALDO . Good my lord ! POLONIUS . God be wi ' you ; fare you well . Observe his inclination in yourself . REYNALDO . I shall , my lord . POLONIUS . And let him ply his music . REYNALDO ...
... REYNALDO . My lord , I have . POLONIUS . REYNALDO . Good my lord ! POLONIUS . God be wi ' you ; fare you well . Observe his inclination in yourself . REYNALDO . I shall , my lord . POLONIUS . And let him ply his music . REYNALDO ...
Common terms and phrases
arras aught awhile blood breath brother castle daughter dead dear Denmark do't dost thou doth drink ducats e'en earth Elsinore England Enter Hamlet Enter Horatio Enter King Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost Exit Polonius eyes fair faith Farewell father fear Fortinbras foul FRANCISCO friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grave grief hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour in't is't Jephthah King of Denmark lady LAERTES leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness majesty MARCELLUS & BARNARDO marry matter mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er OPHELIA OSRIC play poison'd pray Priam Pyrrhus rapiers revenge REYNALDO Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE SECOND CLOWN Sings skull sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sweet lord sword tell thee There's thine thing thou hast thoughts to-night to't tongue twere twill villain Voltimand What's Wittenberg words youth
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Page lxxix - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire...
Page lxii - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page lxii - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
Page lxiii - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning. Dost thou hear? Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal'd thee for herself...
Page civ - 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.
Page cxxi - 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: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Page cx - Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Page xv - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must 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! A little month; or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; why she, even she, — O God! a beast, that wants discourse of reason...
Page xxi - 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.
Page lxii - 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.