Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkHarper and Brothers, 1891 - 285 Seiten |
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William Shakespeare William James Rolfe. THE GHOST IN HAMLET ( T. R. GOULD ) . THE CLOPTON MONUMENT , STRATFORD CHURCH .
William Shakespeare William James Rolfe. THE GHOST IN HAMLET ( T. R. GOULD ) . THE CLOPTON MONUMENT , STRATFORD CHURCH .
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... ghost which cried so miserally [ sic ] at ye theator , like an oisterwife , Ham- let reuenge . " There is also an old German play on the story of Hamlet , Der Bestrafte Brudermord , which some critics suppose to have been acted by ...
... ghost which cried so miserally [ sic ] at ye theator , like an oisterwife , Ham- let reuenge . " There is also an old German play on the story of Hamlet , Der Bestrafte Brudermord , which some critics suppose to have been acted by ...
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... Ghost itself appears before him . A horrid shudder seizes him ; he speaks to the mysterious form ; he sees it beckon him ; het * Elze ( see Furness , vol . ii . p . 89 ) gives some very plausible reasons for supposing that the Hystorie ...
... Ghost itself appears before him . A horrid shudder seizes him ; he speaks to the mysterious form ; he sees it beckon him ; het * Elze ( see Furness , vol . ii . p . 89 ) gives some very plausible reasons for supposing that the Hystorie ...
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... Ghost has vanished , who is it we see stand- ing before us ? A young hero panting for vengeance ? A born prince , feeling himself favoured in being summoned to punish the usurper of his crown ? No ! Amazement and sorrow overwhelm the ...
... Ghost has vanished , who is it we see stand- ing before us ? A young hero panting for vengeance ? A born prince , feeling himself favoured in being summoned to punish the usurper of his crown ? No ! Amazement and sorrow overwhelm the ...
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... ghost of his father , as long as he sees it , but as soon as it has dis- appeared , it appears to him almost in the light of a decep- tion . He has even gone so far as to say , “ there is nothing either good or bad , but thinking makes ...
... ghost of his father , as long as he sees it , but as soon as it has dis- appeared , it appears to him almost in the light of a decep- tion . He has even gone so far as to say , “ there is nothing either good or bad , but thinking makes ...
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1st quarto accent allusion Bernardo blood Caldecott character Chaucer Clown Coleridge Coll Cotgrave Cymb Dane dead dear death deed Delius Denmark Dict doth early eds earth edition Elsinore euphuism Exeunt Exit explains eyes father fear folio reading followed Fortinbras friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give Hamlet hast hath hear heart heaven honour Horatio John Johnson Julius Cæsar King king of Denmark Laertes Lear look lord Macb madness Malone Marcellus means modern eds mother murther Nares nature night noun o'er Ophelia Osric passage passion play players poison'd Polonius pray Pyrrhus quarto reading Queen remarks revenge Reynaldo Rich Rosencrantz and Guildenstern says SCENE Schmidt sense Shakespeare Shakspere Sonn sorrow soul speak speech spirit Steevens quotes sweet sword tell Temp thee Theo thing thou thought verb Warb word youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 52 - ... tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed, things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely, 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— heaven and earth Must I remember?
Seite 116 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 110 - 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 175 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Seite 66 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught : leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
Seite 91 - Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Swounds, I should take it, for it cannot be But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression bitter, or ere this I should have fatted all the region kites With this slave's offal. Bloody, bawdy villain! Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain!
Seite 113 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law : but 'tis not so above ; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.
Seite 91 - 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?
Seite 97 - Get thee to a nunnery ; Why would'st thou be a breeder of sinners ? I am myself indifferent honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better, my mother had not borne me...
Seite 91 - A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? 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?