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... speech , my lord , With almost all the holy vows of heaven . Pol . Ay , springs to catch woodcocks . I do know , When the blood burns , how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light than heat ...
... speech , my lord , With almost all the holy vows of heaven . Pol . Ay , springs to catch woodcocks . I do know , When the blood burns , how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows : these blazes , daughter , Giving more light than heat ...
Page 58
... speech straight : come , give us a taste of your quality ; come , a passionate speech . First Play . What speech , my lord ? Ham . I heard thee speak me a speech once , but it was never acted ; or , if it was , not above once ; for the ...
... speech straight : come , give us a taste of your quality ; come , a passionate speech . First Play . What speech , my lord ? Ham . I heard thee speak me a speech once , but it was never acted ; or , if it was , not above once ; for the ...
Page 61
... speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and insert in't , could you not ? First Play . Ay , my lord . 569 Ham . Very well . Follow that lord ; and look you mock him not . [ Exit First Player . ] My good friends ...
... speech of some dozen or sixteen lines , which I would set down and insert in't , could you not ? First Play . Ay , my lord . 569 Ham . Very well . Follow that lord ; and look you mock him not . [ Exit First Player . ] My good friends ...
Page 62
... speech , Make mad the guilty and appal the free , Confound the ignorant , and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears . Yet I , A dull and muddy - mettled rascal , peak , Like John - a - dreams , unpregnant of my cause , And ...
... speech , Make mad the guilty and appal the free , Confound the ignorant , and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears . Yet I , A dull and muddy - mettled rascal , peak , Like John - a - dreams , unpregnant of my cause , And ...
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... speech doth give my con- science ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , 51 Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burthen ! Pol . I hear him coming : let's withdraw ...
... speech doth give my con- science ! The harlot's cheek , beautied with plastering art , 51 Is not more ugly to the thing that helps it Than is my deed to my most painted word : O heavy burthen ! Pol . I hear him coming : let's withdraw ...
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arras aught awhile Bernardo blood breath brother castle Dane daughter dead dear Denmark do't dost thou doth drink e'en earth Elsinore England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost Exit Polonius eyes fair faith Farewell father fear follow Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grave grief Guil hath hear heart heaven Hecuba hold in't is't Jephthah king of Denmark lady Laer Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness majesty MARCELLUS marry mother murder nature night noble Norway o'er on't Ophelia Osric play players poison'd pray Priam Pyrrhus Queen rapiers revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Sings 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 villain Voltimand What's Wittenberg words youth
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Page 27 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, — wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, — By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as...
Page 68 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st 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...
Page 15 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Page 62 - I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Page 110 - King What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Page 34 - Remember thee? Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. 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 105 - Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw, When honour's at the stake.
Page 17 - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! ah fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Page 29 - What if it tempt you toward the flood, my lord, Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff That beetles o'er his base into the sea, And there assume some other horrible form, Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason...
Page 63 - 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!