Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkClarendon Press, 1874 - 231 pages |
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... Blood is a beggar , " and so forth ; and if you intreat him fair in a frosty morning , he will afford you whole Hamlets , I should say , handfulls of tragical speeches . ' In Henslowe's Diary , under the date 9 June 1594 , is mentioned ...
... Blood is a beggar , " and so forth ; and if you intreat him fair in a frosty morning , he will afford you whole Hamlets , I should say , handfulls of tragical speeches . ' In Henslowe's Diary , under the date 9 June 1594 , is mentioned ...
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... blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse : And even the like precurse of fierce events , As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue ...
... blood , Disasters in the sun ; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse : And even the like precurse of fierce events , As harbingers preceding still the fates And prologue ...
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... blood , A violet in the youth of primy nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance of a minute , No more . Ophelia . No more but so ? Laertes . Think it no more : For nature crescent does not grow ...
... blood , A violet in the youth of primy nature , Forward , not permanent , sweet , not lasting , The perfume and suppliance of a minute , No more . Ophelia . No more but so ? Laertes . Think it no more : For nature crescent does not grow ...
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... blood burns , how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light than heat , extinct in both , Even in their promise , as it is a - making , You must not take for fire . From this time Be something ...
... blood burns , how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light than heat , extinct in both , Even in their promise , as it is a - making , You must not take for fire . From this time Be something ...
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... word Would harrow up thy soul , freeze thy young blood , Make thy two eyes , like stars , start from their spheres , ΙΟ Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular 22 HAMLET . SCENE V. Another part of the platform. ...
... word Would harrow up thy soul , freeze thy young blood , Make thy two eyes , like stars , start from their spheres , ΙΟ Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular 22 HAMLET . SCENE V. Another part of the platform. ...
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Page 48 - 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 65 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. Why ! do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Page 49 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Page 36 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Page 103 - 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 55 - ... 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. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Page 49 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 230 - Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 68 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Page 40 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.