Hamlet Travestie: In Three Acts, Volume 4,Nummer 1David Longworth, at the Dramatic repository, Shakspeare-gallery., 1811 - 64 pagina's |
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Pagina 2
... dear , and do not cry . Hamlet . Aye , Madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee ? Hamlet . Talk not to me of seems - when husbands die , " Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I. But ...
... dear , and do not cry . Hamlet . Aye , Madam , it is common . Queen . If it be , Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee ? Hamlet . Talk not to me of seems - when husbands die , " Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I. But ...
Pagina 4
... dear Gertrude , pray take my umbrella : " When too roughly the winds have beset her , he'th said , 66 My dear , take my belcher ( c ) to tie round your head . " Derry down , & c . Why , zounds ! she'd hang on him , as much as to say ...
... dear Gertrude , pray take my umbrella : " When too roughly the winds have beset her , he'th said , 66 My dear , take my belcher ( c ) to tie round your head . " Derry down , & c . Why , zounds ! she'd hang on him , as much as to say ...
Pagina 18
... dear Rosencrantz , and Guildenstern : You have come just in time to serve our turn . Something you've heard of Hamlet's transformation ; But to account for his sad situation We find impossible ; so you must pump him : If he won't tell ...
... dear Rosencrantz , and Guildenstern : You have come just in time to serve our turn . Something you've heard of Hamlet's transformation ; But to account for his sad situation We find impossible ; so you must pump him : If he won't tell ...
Pagina 27
... Dear Hamlet , pray come back . ( Enter Hamlet . ) I'm your's for ever . Hamlet . And shall we never part , love ? ( Together . ) Ah ! no , never ! DUETT . ( Tune- " I've kiss'd and I've prattled . " ) Hamlet . I've made love to fifty ...
... Dear Hamlet , pray come back . ( Enter Hamlet . ) I'm your's for ever . Hamlet . And shall we never part , love ? ( Together . ) Ah ! no , never ! DUETT . ( Tune- " I've kiss'd and I've prattled . " ) Hamlet . I've made love to fifty ...
Pagina 32
... dear Hamlet , whilst they're acting . Hamlet . I'd rather not ; here's metal more attracting . ( To Ophelia ) Ophelia , may I lie upon your knees ? Ophelia . O , surely ; or wherever else you please . Hamlet . Look at mamma - She's ...
... dear Hamlet , whilst they're acting . Hamlet . I'd rather not ; here's metal more attracting . ( To Ophelia ) Ophelia , may I lie upon your knees ? Ophelia . O , surely ; or wherever else you please . Hamlet . Look at mamma - She's ...
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actors ANNOTATIONS burlesque 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 eye and Tommy 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 is't Jack Frost JOHNSON LADIES Laertes Latin spondees latten Marcellus meaning Merry Andrew mother never night nose Ophelia Ophelia's the maid Osrick Palace pantomime passage pickled mutton 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 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 71 - How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the Sun.
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 104 - Hawkins is of opinion that tan-ta'-ra-rS. is not exactly imitative of the note of the trumpet, which is tan-ta'-rS-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 36 - And it's oh! dear! what can the matter be? Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
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 were 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 ; and clearly Not worth living for — thiugu rank and gross hold it merely.
Pagina 23 - Here we go up, up, tip."} When a man becomes tir'd of his life, The question is, " to be, or not to be ?" For before he dare finish the strife, His reflections most serious ought to be. When his troubles too numerous grow, And he knows of no method to mend them, Had he best bear them tamely, or no ? Or by stoutly opposing them end them ? Ri tol de rol, Sfc.
Pagina 2 - tis common: all that live must die— So blow your nose, my dear, and do not cry. Hamlet. Aye, Madam, it is common. Queen. If it be, Why seems there such a mighty fuss with thee ? Hamlet.
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.
Pagina 2 - You're out, my lord ; I'm too much in the sun. — Queen. Come, Hamlet, leave off crying ; 'tis in vain, Since crying will not bring him back again. Besides, 'tis common : all that live must die — So blow your nose, my dear, and do not cry. Ham.