Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. ElzeMayer, 1857 - 272 pagina's |
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Pagina xxxii
... heisst es : Hee's gone , and with him what a world are dead , Which he reviv'd , to be revived soe No more young Hamlet , old Hieronymoe , King Lear , the creuel Moore , and more beside That lived in him have now for ever dyde . Ja nach ...
... heisst es : Hee's gone , and with him what a world are dead , Which he reviv'd , to be revived soe No more young Hamlet , old Hieronymoe , King Lear , the creuel Moore , and more beside That lived in him have now for ever dyde . Ja nach ...
Pagina 107
... heisst es : Enter two Centinels , in StR : Enter Bernardo and Francisco , two centinels . Delius Shake- speare - Lexikon 178. Ein wesentlicher Fortschritt selbst in dieser Kleinigkeit . Long live the king . ] ' This is the watch word ...
... heisst es : Enter two Centinels , in StR : Enter Bernardo and Francisco , two centinels . Delius Shake- speare - Lexikon 178. Ein wesentlicher Fortschritt selbst in dieser Kleinigkeit . Long live the king . ] ' This is the watch word ...
Pagina 109
... heisst ursprünglich harken , mit einer Harke aufreissen , dann über- haupt aufreissen , zerreissen , quälen ... heisst mit Stelzschritten gehen ; ags : staelcan ; Gr . τὸ στέλεχος der Stamm , Stengel ( nach Adelung heisst ein Stengel in ...
... heisst ursprünglich harken , mit einer Harke aufreissen , dann über- haupt aufreissen , zerreissen , quälen ... heisst mit Stelzschritten gehen ; ags : staelcan ; Gr . τὸ στέλεχος der Stamm , Stengel ( nach Adelung heisst ein Stengel in ...
Pagina 110
William Shakespeare Karl Elze. 5 wo es vom Geiste heisst : with solemn march , Goes slow and sta- tely by them . Eines ganz ähnlichen Ganges ( auf den Zehen und mit weiten Schritten ) bedient sich der Jäger , um das Wild zu beschleichen ...
William Shakespeare Karl Elze. 5 wo es vom Geiste heisst : with solemn march , Goes slow and sta- tely by them . Eines ganz ähnlichen Ganges ( auf den Zehen und mit weiten Schritten ) bedient sich der Jäger , um das Wild zu beschleichen ...
Pagina 111
... heisst es bei Belleforest ( Histoires Tra- giques VI , 130 sq . Rouen 1604 ) : ' Ce Roy magnanime ( näm- lich Coller ) ayant defié au combat , corps à corps , Horvvendille y fut receu avec pactes , que celuy qui seroit vaincu perdroit ...
... heisst es bei Belleforest ( Histoires Tra- giques VI , 130 sq . Rouen 1604 ) : ' Ce Roy magnanime ( näm- lich Coller ) ayant defié au combat , corps à corps , Horvvendille y fut receu avec pactes , que celuy qui seroit vaincu perdroit ...
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Pagina 46 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Pagina 11 - 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...
Pagina 47 - I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious ; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Pagina 50 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 102 - 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 58 - 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 ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Pagina 21 - 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 101 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Pagina 42 - Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, Aa deep as to the lungs?
Pagina 46 - No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.