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Pagina 40
... dead as sure as two - pence . ( Hamlet draws , and stabs Polonius behind the arras . ) Is't the King ? Queen . - O , Hamlet ! you have done a deed felonious ; - You've kill'd our poor lord - chamberlain , Polonius ! Hamlet . They who ...
... dead as sure as two - pence . ( Hamlet draws , and stabs Polonius behind the arras . ) Is't the King ? Queen . - O , Hamlet ! you have done a deed felonious ; - You've kill'd our poor lord - chamberlain , Polonius ! Hamlet . They who ...
Pagina 53
... dead , And never will come again , His beard was as white as my shift , As white as my shift was his pole : He is gone - let's be jolly , For grieving's a folly , And never will save his soul . [ Exeunt Ophelia and Queen , King ...
... dead , And never will come again , His beard was as white as my shift , As white as my shift was his pole : He is gone - let's be jolly , For grieving's a folly , And never will save his soul . [ Exeunt Ophelia and Queen , King ...
Pagina 59
... dead drunk , —and after Could keep the table in a roar of laughter : The first and last was he in ev'ry row : O ' th ' wrong side of his mouth he's laughing now . Now , when Miss Prim is seated at her glass , With paints and washes to ...
... dead drunk , —and after Could keep the table in a roar of laughter : The first and last was he in ev'ry row : O ' th ' wrong side of his mouth he's laughing now . Now , when Miss Prim is seated at her glass , With paints and washes to ...
Pagina 61
... into the grave . Now cover up the quick and dead , And pile your dust upon my head , ' Till of this flat a mount you've made As high as Greenwich - hill , Sir . Hamlet ( advancing ) . Who's ranting in so fine HAMLET TRAVESTIE . 61.
... into the grave . Now cover up the quick and dead , And pile your dust upon my head , ' Till of this flat a mount you've made As high as Greenwich - hill , Sir . Hamlet ( advancing ) . Who's ranting in so fine HAMLET TRAVESTIE . 61.
Pagina 68
... dead woman - dash my wig ( 0 ) . Hamlet . O , treachery ! I'll smoke it , on my oath . Laertes . O , Hamlet ! ' tis all dickey with us both ( p ) ! I promis'd to die game ; but I'll expose That dirty scamp ; for you am I a Nose ( q ) ...
... dead woman - dash my wig ( 0 ) . Hamlet . O , treachery ! I'll smoke it , on my oath . Laertes . O , Hamlet ! ' tis all dickey with us both ( p ) ! I promis'd to die game ; but I'll expose That dirty scamp ; for you am I a Nose ( q ) ...
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actors Cheer d'ye dear Denmark wore Derry die game dish'd doubt drink Enter HAMLET Enter HORATIO Enter KING Exeunt Exit Hamlet Exit Queen expose That dirty father gallopping randy dandy gammon GENTLEMEN Gertrude Ghost give grave Gravedigger Guild Guildenstern HAMLET and HORATIO HAMLET TRAVESTIE Hamlet's the lad hath Heigho Hey randy dandy hungry mouser is't J. M. RICHARDSON Jack Frost JOHNSON Laertes latten Marcellus meaning Merry Andrew mother never night nose Ophelia Ophelia's the maid Osrick Palace pantomime passage play poet poison'd Polonius POPE Pray prologue quarto Queen of Denmark Ri tol tiddy Rosen ROSENCRANTZ says Horatio SCENE sitting upon pins SONG.-HAMLET soon STEEVENS swear tell a dray-horse thee THEOBALD there's thou Tol de rol tomb-stone trumpet's tantarara Trumpets and Drums Tune twas twill WARBURTON wdst what's whilst Zounds
Populaire passages
Pagina 86 - Shakespeare was godfather to one of Ben Jonson's children, and, after the christening, being in a deep study, Jonson came to cheer him up, and asked him why he was so melancholy. ' No faith, Ben,' says he, ' not I, but I have been considering a great while what should be the fittest gift for me to bestow upon my godchild, and I have resolved at last.' ' I prythee, what ? ' says he. ' I' faith, Ben, I'll e'en give him a dozen good Latin (latten) spoons, and thou shalt translate them.
Pagina 53 - And will he not come again? And will he not come again? No, no, he is dead; Go to thy death-bed, He never will come again. His beard was as white as snow All flaxen was his poll, He is gone, he is gone, And we cast away moan: God ha
Pagina 71 - How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the Sun.
Pagina 36 - And it's oh! dear! what can the matter be? Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
Pagina 104 - Hawkins is of opinion that tan-ta-ra-ra is not exactly imitative of the note of the trumpet, which is tan-ia-ra-ra-ra ; but Dr. Burney assures me that it was not until about the middle of the seventeenth century that this innovation in trumpetology was known, when it was introduced by one Hans Von Puffenblowenschwartz, trumpeter to the gallant Prince Rupert.
Pagina 23 - O, I wish it were my turn to-morrow! But, perchance, in that sleep we may dream, For we dream in our beds very often — Now, however capricious 't may seem, I've no relish for dreams in a coffin.
Pagina 3 - I'd give if a sure way I knew, How to thaw and resolve my stout flesh into dew ! How happy were I if no sin was self-slaughter ! For I'd then throw myself and my cares in the water. , Derry down, down, down, derry down. How weary, how profitless, — stale, and how flat, Seem to me all life's uses, its joys, and all that : This world is a garden unweeded...
Pagina 107 - ... goes on in a train of philosophical reasoning that leaves the reader in astonishment Johnson, with true piety, adopts the fanciful hypothesis, declaring it to be a noble emendation, which almost sets the critic on a level with the author.