Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkClarendon Press, 1878 - 231 Seiten |
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Abbott accent All's Antony and Cleopatra Bernardo blood Compare Macbeth Compare Othello Compare Richard Compare Troilus conjectured Coriolanus Cotgrave Cotgrave French Dict Cymbeline dead dear death Denmark doth Exeunt Exit eyes father folios read Fortinbras Gentlemen of Verona Ghost give Hamlet hast hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio Julius Cæsar King Lear Laertes Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth madness Malone Marcellus means Measure for Measure Merchant of Venice metaphor mother murder note on Macbeth occurs omitted Ophelia Osric Othello participle passage phrase play players Polonius pray probably quarto of 1603 quartos and folios quartos read Queen Reynaldo Richard II Romeo and Juliet Rosencrantz and Guildenstern scene Second Clown sense Shakespeare soul speak speech spelt Steevens quotes substantive sweet sword Tempest thee thing thou thought Timon of Athens tongue Troilus and Cressida Twelfth Night verb word
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Seite 48 - What's Hecuba to him or he to Hecuba That he should weep for her? What would he do Had he the motive and the cue for passion That I have? He would drown the stage with tears, And cleave the general ear with horrid speech, Make mad the guilty and appal the free, Confound the ignorant, and amaze indeed The very faculties of eyes and ears.
Seite 54 - The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...
Seite 41 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises ; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory ; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, — why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Seite 95 - Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples, That liberal shepherds give a grosser name, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them: There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke, When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook.
Seite 65 - 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. Why ! 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.
Seite 55 - ... twere, the mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time, his form, and pressure. Now this, overdone, or come tardy off, though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve; the censure of which one must, in your allowance, o'erweigh a whole theatre of others.
Seite 49 - I have heard That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Seite 24 - With juice of cursed hebenon in a vial, And in the porches of mine ears did pour The leperous distilment; whose effect Holds such an enmity with blood of man, That, swift as quicksilver, it courses through The natural gates and alleys of the body ; And, with a sudden vigour, it doth posset And curd, like eager droppings into milk, The thin and wholesome blood...
Seite 48 - 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, As deep as to the lungs?
Seite 40 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.