The True Story of Hamlet and OpheliaLittle, Brown, 1889 - 339 pagina's |
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The True Story of Hamlet and Ophelia Fredericka Raymond Beardsley Gilchrist Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
action apparition arras audience bear believe brother castle cause Claudius Claudius's closet command conscience conversation convinced courtiers Danes daughter dead Denmark desire doubt Elsinore express father father's death father's spirit fear feeling Fengon Folio Fortinbras friends Gertrude Gertrude and Claudius Gertrude's ghost giue grief Hamlet hath haue hauing hear heart heaven hell honor hope Horatio Horuendile iust kill the king killed Polonius king and queen king Hamlet king of England knew Laertes Laertes's lonius lord loue marriage means mind mock-play months mother murder murther neuer night once Ophelia Osric ouer outrageous fortune perceiuing play players Polonius's present prince reason reply revelation revenge Rosencrantz and Guildenstern says scene school-fellows Second Quarto seems sent serue Shakespeare shew soliloquy sonne sorrow soul speak speech story tell thee things thou thought tion uncle vertue vncle vnder vnto vpon words
Populaire passages
Pagina 86 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
Pagina 54 - 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!
Pagina 158 - 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: Go thy ways to a nunnery.
Pagina 198 - O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.
Pagina 54 - 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...
Pagina 225 - 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.
Pagina 162 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pagina 26 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Pagina 260 - And let me speak, to the yet unknowing world, How these things came about : so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts ; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning and forced cause ; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads : all this can I Truly deliver.
Pagina 63 - Be wary then ; best safety lies in fear : Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Oph. I shall the effect of this good lesson keep, As watchman to my heart. But, good my brother, Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven ; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.