Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkRoycroft Shop, 1902 - 172 pagina's |
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... LAERTES , son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , courtiers . officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
... LAERTES , son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , BERNARDO , courtiers . officers . FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
Pagina 8
... LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one ...
... LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief , and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one ...
Pagina 10
... Laertes , what ' s the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is ' t , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice ; what wouldst thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The ...
... Laertes , what ' s the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is ' t , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice ; what wouldst thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The ...
Pagina 19
... Laertes . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Ophelia . Do you doubt that ? Laertes . For Hamlet and the trifling of his ...
... Laertes . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Ophelia . Do you doubt that ? Laertes . For Hamlet and the trifling of his ...
Pagina 20
... the steep and thorny way to heaven , Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own rede . Laertes . O [ 20 ] Act I Scene III HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK.
... the steep and thorny way to heaven , Whilst , like a puff'd and reckless libertine , Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads , And recks not his own rede . Laertes . O [ 20 ] Act I Scene III HAMLET , PRINCE OF DENMARK.
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arras aught Bernardo blood breath brother Castle Clown Dane daughter dead dear Denmark dost thou doth drink ducats e'en earth Elsinore England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost Exit Polonius eyes fair faith Farewell father father's death fear follow Fortinbras foul friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grave grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Jephthah king of Denmark lady Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet Lucianus madam madness majesty Marcellus marry matter mother murther nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osric passion play poison'd pray Priam Pyrrhus rapiers revenge Reynaldo Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Sings skull sleep soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sweet lord sword tell thank thee There's thine thing thou hast thoughts to-night tongue villain virtue Voltimand What's Wherein Wittenberg words youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 103 - O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire...
Pagina 49 - My liege, and madam, — to expostulate What majesty should be, what duty is, Why day is day, night night, and time is time, Were nothing but to waste night, day, and time. Therefore, since brevity is the soul of wit, And tediousness the limbs and outward flourishes, I will be brief...
Pagina 76 - That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Pagina 22 - Neither a borrower, nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Pagina 172 - 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 forc'd cause ; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Truly deliver.
Pagina 7 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Pagina 68 - Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
Pagina 94 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery...
Pagina 66 - O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit...
Pagina 14 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him 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, — why she, even she — O God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason...