 | George Henry Calvert - 1879 - 230 pagina’s
...communion with himself is suddenly brought to view the depth as well as tenderness of his nature : " Ham. O, that this too, too solid flesh would melt,...O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fye on't ! O fye ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1879 - 116 pagina’s
...the king's rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Re-speaking earthly thunder. \Exeunt all but Hamlet. Ham. O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't !... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1879 - 546 pagina’s
...rouse the heavens shall bruit again, Ue-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt all but Hamlet. ! God ! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world 1 Fie on 't!... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Henry Norman Hudson - 1879 - 290 pagina’s
...away. \_Exeunt all but HAMLET. Ham. O, that this too-too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve 27 itself into a dew ! Or that the Everlasting had not...! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1880 - 288 pagina’s
...waxing wroth, Will use a cure that's worse than the disease. SOPHOCLES, Fragments, \. 514. O, THAT this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! God ! How weary stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on 't!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1880 - 668 pagina’s
...Even so. Саз. О ye immortal gods ! f. С.. IV : S. 1S4«. — Prohibition Regretted. Ham. О, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! в., 1 : 2. 1395. —The Play of Fools. Mach. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die On mine own... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1881 - 738 pagina’s
...the world Have so incens'd, that I am reckless what I do, to spite the world. Sh. Mad. m. 1. O ! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, ana unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Sh. Ham. I. 2. There's nothing in this world... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 558 pagina’s
...He has seen only the beauty of humanity, and at once sees all its vileness in his mother : 'O that this too, too solid flesh would melt. Thaw and resolve...fix'd . His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O GodI How weary, stale, flat and uuprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fle!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1882 - 260 pagina’s
...Re-speaking earthly thunder. Come away. [Exeunt KING, QUEEN, Lords, &>c., POLO NIUS, and LAERTES. r3° Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting...! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed... | |
 | John O'Meara - 1991 - 120 pagina’s
...bestowed on Hamlet's father, in contrast to the present ignoble life of his mother with Claudius: O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve...not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah,... | |
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gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. 
