Hamlet Travestie: In Three ActsJ.M. Richardson, 1810 - 94 pagina's |
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... thee ? Hamlet . Talk not to me of seems - when - husbands die , ' Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I. But I have that within , you can't take from me— As for black clothes , -that's all my eye and Tommy ( a ) . King . Cheer ...
... thee ? Hamlet . Talk not to me of seems - when - husbands die , ' Twere well if some folks seem'd the same as I. But I have that within , you can't take from me— As for black clothes , -that's all my eye and Tommy ( a ) . King . Cheer ...
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... thee . Horatio . Never fear me . Marcellus . Nor me . Hamlet . Then I'll be with ye Soon after supper . Horatio . Honour ? Hamlet . Poz . -Adieu ! [ Exeunt Hor . B 4 HAMLET TRAVESTIE . 7 He soon came in again, so I told him ...
... thee . Horatio . Never fear me . Marcellus . Nor me . Hamlet . Then I'll be with ye Soon after supper . Horatio . Honour ? Hamlet . Poz . -Adieu ! [ Exeunt Hor . B 4 HAMLET TRAVESTIE . 7 He soon came in again, so I told him ...
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... thee , thou look'st so like my In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain , Say what the devil brought thee out again ? I like a joke myself ; but ' tis not right , To come and frighten us to death at night . Say , why is this ? and ...
... thee , thou look'st so like my In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain , Say what the devil brought thee out again ? I like a joke myself ; but ' tis not right , To come and frighten us to death at night . Say , why is this ? and ...
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In Three Acts John Poole. Remember thee ? Yea , from my souvenir , All memoranda swift shall disappear ; There thy commandment all alone I'll write ; And if I e'er forget thee - blow me tight . Horatio ( without . ) My Lord ! Marcellus ...
In Three Acts John Poole. Remember thee ? Yea , from my souvenir , All memoranda swift shall disappear ; There thy commandment all alone I'll write ; And if I e'er forget thee - blow me tight . Horatio ( without . ) My Lord ! Marcellus ...
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actors adieu ANNOTATIONS burlesque d'ye dear Denmark wore Derry diddled drink Enter Hamlet Enter Horatio Enter King Exeunt Exit Hamlet Exit Queen eye and Tommy father fellow Flourish of Trumpets gallopping randy dandy gammon Gertrude Ghost give grave Gravedigger Guild Guildenstern Hamlet and Horatio HAMLET TRAVESTIE Hamlet's the lad hath Heigho Hey randy dandy Hollo hungry mouser is't JOHNSON kill'd Ladies Laertes lord chamberlain Marcellus mother mutton ne'er never night Ophelia Ophelia's the maid Osrick Palace pantomime passage pick-axe and spade pickle play poison'd Polonius POPE pray quarto Queen of Denmark Ri tol tiddy rope of onions Rosen Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern says Horatio SCENE Sings snuff SONG.-HAMLET SONG.-OPHELIA soon STEEVENS swear tell thee there's Tol de rol tomb-stone Trumpets and Drums Tune twas twill uncle WARBURTON what's whilst Young Hamlet's Zounds
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Pagina 3 - I'd give if a sure way I knew, How to tbaw 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 — things rank and gross hold it merely.
Pagina 23 - 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 notion of dreams in a coffin.
Pagina 71 - How science dwindles, and how volumes swell. How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the Sun.
Pagina 9 - I'll speak to thee, thou look'st so like my dad. In a trim grave so snugly wast thou lain, Say what the devil brought...
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 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 25 - LET me tell you, Miss Ophelia, your behaviour's very rude, And your whims and freaks and fancies ought in time to be subdued, So, if my advice will better you, to give it...