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... King's presence and demands his father , the short time which is essential for keeping up the tension of the passion comes into play , and we get the impression that Laertes has just landed and has rushed in hot haste to the King's ...
... King's presence and demands his father , the short time which is essential for keeping up the tension of the passion comes into play , and we get the impression that Laertes has just landed and has rushed in hot haste to the King's ...
Side 2
William Shakespeare Horace Howard Furness. 1 DRAMATIS PERSONE1 CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . HAMLET , Son to the late , and nephew to the present , King . FORTINBRAS , Prince of Norway . POLONIUS , Lord Chamberlain . HORATIO , friend to ...
William Shakespeare Horace Howard Furness. 1 DRAMATIS PERSONE1 CLAUDIUS , King of Denmark . HAMLET , Son to the late , and nephew to the present , King . FORTINBRAS , Prince of Norway . POLONIUS , Lord Chamberlain . HORATIO , friend to ...
Side 4
... king ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . 2 Ber . ' Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief much thanks ; ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber ...
... king ! Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . 2 Ber . ' Tis now struck twelve ; get thee to bed , Francisco . Fran . For this relief much thanks ; ' tis bitter cold , And I am sick at heart . Ber ...
Side 9
William Shakespeare Horace Howard Furness. Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like ; it harrows me ...
William Shakespeare Horace Howard Furness. Ber . In the same figure , like the king that's dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar ; speak to it , Horatio . Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like ; it harrows me ...
Side 11
... king dashed down on the ice his sleaded battle - axe ( whatever that might be ) than that he struck an enemy or smote him to the ground , for in this case the king's visor would have been down , and Horatio could not have seen the frown ...
... king dashed down on the ice his sleaded battle - axe ( whatever that might be ) than that he struck an enemy or smote him to the ground , for in this case the king's visor would have been down , and Horatio could not have seen the frown ...
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A New Variorum Edition of Shakespeare: Hamlet. 1877 William Shakespeare Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1877 |
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ABBOTT actors allusion Anon Cald CALDECOTT called CAPELL cites CLARENDON COLERIDGE Coll COLLIER Compare conj CORSON Cotgrave death DELIUS Denmark devil doth doubt dram DYCE Gloss ELZE emendation Enter Euphuism Exeunt Exit expression F₂ father Ghost gives Guil Guildenstern Hamlet hath heaven Horatio Huds HUNTER instances Johns JOHNSON King Ktly Laer Laertes lord Macb madness MALONE means mind misprint MOBERLY murder NARES nature night noble substance Ophelia Osric passage perhaps phrase play players Polonius Pope Pope+ probably Q₂Q3 QqFf Queen reading refers Rosencrantz Rowe Rowe+ says scene seems sense Seymour Shakespeare's Sing SINGER speak speech STAUNTON Steev STEEVENS suppose thee Theob THEOBALD thou thought TSCHISCHWITZ verb WALKER Crit Warb WARBURTON White word
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Side 198 - 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.
Side 24 - It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long...
Side 233 - 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.
Side 397 - 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...
Side 199 - I know my course. The spirit that I have seen May be the devil : and the devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape; yea, and perhaps Out of my weakness and my melancholy, — As he is very potent with such spirits, — Abuses me to damn me: I'll have grounds More relative than this: — the play's the thing Wherein I'll catch the conscience of the king.
Side 126 - He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it.
Side 291 - 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.
Side 271 - 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.
Side 279 - 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...
Side 97 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, 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.