Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkClarendon Press, 1874 - 231 pages |
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... matters of state and religion upon the stage . To this appar- ently Nash alludes in his Return of the renowned Cavaliero Pasquile of England , published in 1589. In this year also , proposals were made to appoint two commisioners to act ...
... matters of state and religion upon the stage . To this appar- ently Nash alludes in his Return of the renowned Cavaliero Pasquile of England , published in 1589. In this year also , proposals were made to appoint two commisioners to act ...
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... matter : yes , by heaven ! O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is I set it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark ...
... matter : yes , by heaven ! O most pernicious woman ! O villain , villain , smiling , damned villain ! My tables , -meet it is I set it down , That one may smile , and smile , and be a villain ; At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmark ...
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... matter ? Ophelia . O , my lord , my lord , I have been so affrighted ! Polonius . With what , i ' the name of God ? Ophelia . My lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbraced ; No hat upon his head ...
... matter ? Ophelia . O , my lord , my lord , I have been so affrighted ! Polonius . With what , i ' the name of God ? Ophelia . My lord , as I was sewing in my closet , Lord Hamlet , with his doublet all unbraced ; No hat upon his head ...
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... matter , with less art . Polonius . 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 foolish figure ; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
... matter , with less art . Polonius . 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 foolish figure ; But farewell it , for I will use no art . Mad let us grant ...
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... matter , my lord ? Hamlet . Between who ? 192 Polonius . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Hamlet . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards , that their faces are wrinkled , their ...
... matter , my lord ? Hamlet . Between who ? 192 Polonius . I mean , the matter that you read , my lord . Hamlet . Slanders , sir : for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards , that their faces are wrinkled , their ...
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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.