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Pagina 61
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , 45 And lose your voice . What wouldst
thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The head is not
more native to the heart , The hand more instrumental to the mouth , Than is the ...
You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , 45 And lose your voice . What wouldst
thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The head is not
more native to the heart , The hand more instrumental to the mouth , Than is the ...
Pagina 63
tis a fault to heaven , A fault against the dead , a fault to nature , To reason most
absurd , whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From
the first corse till he that died to - day , “ This must be so . ” We pray you , throw to
...
tis a fault to heaven , A fault against the dead , a fault to nature , To reason most
absurd , whose common theme Is death of fathers , and who still hath cried , From
the first corse till he that died to - day , “ This must be so . ” We pray you , throw to
...
Pagina 65
A little month , or e ' er those shoes were old With which she followed my poor
father ' s body , Like Niobe , all tears , - why she , even she0 God ! a beast , that
wants discourse of reason , Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle
...
A little month , or e ' er those shoes were old With which she followed my poor
father ' s body , Like Niobe , all tears , - why she , even she0 God ! a beast , that
wants discourse of reason , Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle
...
Pagina 78
... for some vicious mole of nature in them , As , in their birth — wherein they are
not 25 guilty , Since nature cannot choose his originBy the o ' ergrowth of some
complexion Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason , Or by some habit
that ...
... for some vicious mole of nature in them , As , in their birth — wherein they are
not 25 guilty , Since nature cannot choose his originBy the o ' ergrowth of some
complexion Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason , Or by some habit
that ...
Pagina 80
What if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o ' er his base into the sea , And there assume some other horrible
form , Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into ...
What if it tempt you toward the flood , my lord , Or to the dreadful summit of the cliff
That beetles o ' er his base into the sea , And there assume some other horrible
form , Which might deprive your sovereignty of reason And draw you into ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 20 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Pagina 53 - That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Pagina 158 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time \ Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. "* Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To "fust in us unused.
Pagina 70 - 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.
Pagina 120 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Pagina 136 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Pagina 159 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Pagina 187 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Pagina 118 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Pagina 68 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.
Bibliografische gegevens
| Titel | Shakespeare's Hamlet (The Lake English classics) |
| Auteur | William Shakespeare |
| Redacteur | William Allan Neilson |
| Uitgever | Scott, Foresman, 1903 |
| Oorspronkelijk uit | Harvard University |
| Gedigitaliseerd | 13 feb 2006 |
| Lengte | 274 pagina's |
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