Hamlet Travestie: in Three Acts: With Burlesque Annotations, After the Manner of Dr. Johnson and Geo. Steevens, and the Various CommentatorsJ. Miller, 1814 - 109 pagina's |
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Pagina 12
... Ri tol tiddy tol de ray , Doom'd for a term to walk the night , Tiddy , tiddy , & c . You'll scarce believe me when I say , That I'am bound to fast in fires all day , Till my crimes are burnt and purg'd away . Ri tol tiddy , & c . But ...
... Ri tol tiddy tol de ray , Doom'd for a term to walk the night , Tiddy , tiddy , & c . You'll scarce believe me when I say , That I'am bound to fast in fires all day , Till my crimes are burnt and purg'd away . Ri tol tiddy , & c . But ...
Pagina 13
... tiddy , & c . One afternoon , as was my use , Ritol tiddy , & c . I went to my orchard to take a snooze ; Tiddy ... Ri tol tiddy , & c . Doom'd by a brother's hand was I , • Ritol tiddy , & c . To lose my crown , my wife , -to die ...
... tiddy , & c . One afternoon , as was my use , Ritol tiddy , & c . I went to my orchard to take a snooze ; Tiddy ... Ri tol tiddy , & c . Doom'd by a brother's hand was I , • Ritol tiddy , & c . To lose my crown , my wife , -to die ...
Pagina 52
... Ri tol , & c . The fairest wench in all the town . Tiddy , tiddy , & c . Laertes . To see her thus - O , ' tis a doleful pity ! Ophelia . What must be , must - but hush ! —I'll end my ditty . ( Sings . ) A captain bold in Halifax , 52 ...
... Ri tol , & c . The fairest wench in all the town . Tiddy , tiddy , & c . Laertes . To see her thus - O , ' tis a doleful pity ! Ophelia . What must be , must - but hush ! —I'll end my ditty . ( Sings . ) A captain bold in Halifax , 52 ...
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actors ANNOTATIONS BERNARDO burlesque Cheer d'ye dear Denmark wore Derry die game dish'd doubt drink Edition Enter HAMLET Enter HORATIO Enter KING Exeunt Exit Queen expose That dirty father fellow gallopping randy dandy gammon GENTLEMEN Gertrude Ghost give grave Gravedigger Guild GUILDENSTERN HAMLET and HORATIO HAMLET TRAVESTIE Hamlet's the lad hath Heigho Hey randy dandy hungry mouser is't Jack Frost JOHNSON LADIES Laertes latten MAJESTY Marcellus meaning Merry Andrew mother mutton never night nose Ophelia Ophelia's the maid Osrick Palace pantomime passage pickled play poet poison'd Polonius POPE Pray prologue quarto Queen of Denmark Ri tol tiddy Rosen ROSENCRANTZ says Horatio SCENE SONG.-HAMLET soon STEEVENS swear tell a dray-horse thee THEOBALD there's thou Tol de rol tomb-stone trumpet's tantarara Trumpets and Drums Tune twas twill WARBURTON what's whilst Zounds
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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 86 - Shakespeare was godfather to one of Ben Jonson's children, and, after the christening, being in a deep study, Jonson came to cheer him up, and asked him why he was so melancholy. ' No faith, Ben,' says he, ' not I, but I have been considering a great while what should be the fittest gift for me to bestow upon my godchild, and I have resolved at last.' ' I prythee, what ? ' says he. ' I' faith, Ben, I'll e'en give him a dozen good Latin (latten) spoons, and thou shalt translate them.
Pagina 23 - Here we go up, up, up.") j 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...
Pagina 3 - I'd give if a sure way I knew How to thaw 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 2 - Hamlet. You're out, my Lord : I'm too much in the sun Queen. Come, Hamlet, leave off crying ; 'tis in vain, Since crying will not bring him back again. Besides, 'tis common : all that live must dieSo blow your nose, my dear, and do not cry.
Pagina 107 - Johnson, with true piety, adopts the fanciful hypothesis, declaring it to be a noble emendation, which almost sets the critic on a level with the author.
Pagina 25 - twas easy to perceive That I didn't care a fig for you, as now you will believe. In future trust to none of us ; we're arrant knaves at best ; And I (as soon you'll find) am no better than the rest. Won't you, won't you, &c. If you marry (just to comfort you) this...