Shakespeare's HamletScott, Foresman, 1903 - 274 pagina's |
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Pagina 109
William Shakespeare William Allan Neilson. 305 Ros . [ Aside to Guil . ] What say you ? 310 315 320 325 830 Ham . [ Aside . ] Nay , then , I have an eye of you . If you love me , hold not off . - Guil . My lord , we were sent for . Ham ...
William Shakespeare William Allan Neilson. 305 Ros . [ Aside to Guil . ] What say you ? 310 315 320 325 830 Ham . [ Aside . ] Nay , then , I have an eye of you . If you love me , hold not off . - Guil . My lord , we were sent for . Ham ...
Pagina 111
... Guil . O , there has been much throwing about of brains . Ham . Do the boys carry it away ? 385 Ros . Ay , that they do , my lord ; Hercules and his load too . ] 890 Ham . It is not very strange ; for my uncle is king of Denmark , and ...
... Guil . O , there has been much throwing about of brains . Ham . Do the boys carry it away ? 385 Ros . Ay , that they do , my lord ; Hercules and his load too . ] 890 Ham . It is not very strange ; for my uncle is king of Denmark , and ...
Pagina 112
... Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham . I am but mad north - north - west . When 405 the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw . Enter Polonius . Pol . Well be with you , gentlemen ! Ham . [ Aside to them . ] Hark you ...
... Guil . In what , my dear lord ? Ham . I am but mad north - north - west . When 405 the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw . Enter Polonius . Pol . Well be with you , gentlemen ! Ham . [ Aside to them . ] Hark you ...
Pagina 122
... Guil . Nor do we find him forward to be sounded , But , with a crafty madness , keeps aloof , When we would bring him on to some con- fession Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? 10 Ros . Most like a gentleman . Guil ...
... Guil . Nor do we find him forward to be sounded , But , with a crafty madness , keeps aloof , When we would bring him on to some con- fession Of his true state . Queen . Did he receive you well ? 10 Ros . Most like a gentleman . Guil ...
Pagina 132
... Guil . We will , my lord . [ Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern . Ham . What ho ! Horatio . Enter Horatio . Hor . Here , sweet lord , at your service . 60 65 70 75 80 Ham . Horatio , thou art 132 [ ACT III . Sc . ii . HAMLET .
... Guil . We will , my lord . [ Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern . Ham . What ho ! Horatio . Enter Horatio . Hor . Here , sweet lord , at your service . 60 65 70 75 80 Ham . Horatio , thou art 132 [ ACT III . Sc . ii . HAMLET .
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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 55 - 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 160 - 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 72 - 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 122 - 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 138 - 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 161 - 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 189 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Pagina 120 - 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 70 - 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.