Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkRoycroft Shop, 1902 - 172 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... Question it , Horatio . Horatio . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee , speak ! Marcellus . It is ...
... Question it , Horatio . Horatio . What art thou that usurp'st this time of night , Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee , speak ! Marcellus . It is ...
Pagina 5
... question of these wars . Horatio . A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome , A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , The graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted dead Did [ 5 ] Act I Scene I ...
... question of these wars . Horatio . A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye . In the most high and palmy state of Rome , A little ere the mightiest Julius fell , The graves stood tenantless , and the sheeted dead Did [ 5 ] Act I Scene I ...
Pagina 41
... question That they do know my son , come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it : Take you , as ' t were , some distant knowledge of him , As thus , ' I know his father and his friends , And in part him , ' - do you ...
... question That they do know my son , come you more nearer Than your particular demands will touch it : Take you , as ' t were , some distant knowledge of him , As thus , ' I know his father and his friends , And in part him , ' - do you ...
Pagina 55
... question more in particular ; what have you , my good friends , deserved at the hands of For- tune , that she sends you to prison hither ? Guildenstern . Prison , my lord ! Hamlet . Denmark's [ 55 ] Act II Scene II HAMLET , PRINCE OF ...
... question more in particular ; what have you , my good friends , deserved at the hands of For- tune , that she sends you to prison hither ? Guildenstern . Prison , my lord ! Hamlet . Denmark's [ 55 ] Act II Scene II HAMLET , PRINCE OF ...
Pagina 59
... question , and are most ty- rannically clapped for ' t : these are now the fashion , and so berattle the common stages - so they call them -that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose - quills , and dare scarce come thither . Hamlet ...
... question , and are most ty- rannically clapped for ' t : these are now the fashion , and so berattle the common stages - so they call them -that many wearing rapiers are afraid of goose - quills , and dare scarce come thither . Hamlet ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
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...