The Tragedy of HamletUniversity Press, 1909 - 339 páginas |
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1st Quarto action actor allusion Bernardo blank verse called character Claudius Clown comedy common Compare Coriolanus Danish death Denmark Dict doth doubt drama edition editors effect Elizabethan English Enter Exeunt Exit eyes father Folio Fortinbras Ghost give Hamlet hath heaven hence Henry Herford Horatio idea irony is't Julius Cæsar King Lear Lady Laertes literally lord Love's Labour's Lost Macbeth madness Marcellus means Merchant of Venice metaphor Milton mother murder nature noble noun numbers Ophelia original Osric Paradise Lost passage passion perhaps phrase play Play-scene players Polonius probably Queen reference revenge Reynaldo rhyme Richard Richard II Rosencrantz and Guildenstern satire says scene Second Quarto seems sense Shakespeare Shakespearian soul speak speech spirit sweet sword syllables tell Tempest theatre thee thing thou thought tragedy Twelfth Night verb whole word writers
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Página 192 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 129 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all: since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is't to leave betimes?
Página 14 - 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.
Página 96 - Of thinking too precisely on the event, A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say, This thing's to do ; Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do't.
Página 76 - 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.
Página 65 - ... 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.
Página 111 - Unto that element : but long it could not be, Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death.
Página 119 - No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it; as thus: Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth...
Página 118 - Alas, poor Yorick ! I knew him, Horatio : a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy : he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
Página 48 - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.