The Hamnet Shakspere, according to the first folio, spelling modernised, with remarks on Shakspere's use of capital letters in his manuscript, and a few notes by A.P. Paton, Deel 2 |
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Pagina xxx
... keep the Key of it The Kettle Drum and Trumpet . burst their Cerments saw thee quietly Inurn'd . my life at a Pins fee the Nemian Lion's Nerve Upon a Wretch Upon my Sword • this fellow in the Cellarage Swear by my Sword 13 " " 14 15 15 ...
... keep the Key of it The Kettle Drum and Trumpet . burst their Cerments saw thee quietly Inurn'd . my life at a Pins fee the Nemian Lion's Nerve Upon a Wretch Upon my Sword • this fellow in the Cellarage Swear by my Sword 13 " " 14 15 15 ...
Pagina xxxii
... keep your Counsel a Knavish speech . The Body is with the King , but the King is not with the Body Who like not in their judgment , but their Eyes a certain Convocation of Worms . your Worm all Creatures to Dishes . In Heaven , send ...
... keep your Counsel a Knavish speech . The Body is with the King , but the King is not with the Body Who like not in their judgment , but their Eyes a certain Convocation of Worms . your Worm all Creatures to Dishes . In Heaven , send ...
Pagina 14
... keep within the rear of your Affection ; Out of the shot and danger of Desire . The chariest Maid is Prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the Moon : Virtue it self scapes not calumnious strokes , The Canker Galls , the Infants ...
... keep within the rear of your Affection ; Out of the shot and danger of Desire . The chariest Maid is Prodigal enough , If she unmask her beauty to the Moon : Virtue it self scapes not calumnious strokes , The Canker Galls , the Infants ...
Pagina 15
... keep , As watchmen to my heart : but good my Brother Do not as some ungracious Pastors do , Shew me the steep and thorny way to Heaven ; Whilst like a puff'd and reckless Libertine Himself , the Primrose path of dalliance treads , And ...
... keep , As watchmen to my heart : but good my Brother Do not as some ungracious Pastors do , Shew me the steep and thorny way to Heaven ; Whilst like a puff'd and reckless Libertine Himself , the Primrose path of dalliance treads , And ...
Pagina 16
... keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . Polon . What is't Ophelia he hath said to you ? Exit Laer . Ophe . So please you , something touching the L. Hamlet . Polon . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given ...
... keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . Polon . What is't Ophelia he hath said to you ? Exit Laer . Ophe . So please you , something touching the L. Hamlet . Polon . Marry , well bethought : ' Tis told me he hath very oft of late Given ...
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ALLAN PARK Ape of Death Ay my Lord Barnardo blood breath Cæsar Coriolanus Daughter dead dear Denmark Desdemona Dost thou doth drink e'en Earth Edition of Macbeth Emphasis-Capitals Enter Hamlet Enter King Enter Polonius Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell Fathers death fear Folio follow fool Fortinbras foul Friends Gertrude Ghost give Grace Guil Guild Guildensterne Hamnet Edition hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecuba Hell hold Horatio i'th in't is't Laer Laertes look Lord Hamlet Majesty Marcellus Mother Murther Nature night Noble Norway o'er Ophe Ophel Ophelia Osricke Othello passion Play Players poison'd Polon pray Priam Pyrrhus Queen Revenge Reynol Rosin Rosincrance Shakspere Shakspere's shew sleep speak speech Spirit sweet Sword tell Text thee There's thine thing thought tongue Tragedy Tragedy of Macbeth twere Villain weole words
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Pagina xiii - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
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