Shakespeare's HamletScott, Foresman, 1903 - 274 Seiten |
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... madness to protect him- self in the meantime . But there is no ghost , the murder of Hamlet's father being acknowl- edged but explained away to the apparent satis- faction of the people ; the madness is assumed by HAMLET 39 III.
... madness to protect him- self in the meantime . But there is no ghost , the murder of Hamlet's father being acknowl- edged but explained away to the apparent satis- faction of the people ; the madness is assumed by HAMLET 39 III.
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William Shakespeare William Allan Neilson. faction of the people ; the madness is assumed by Hamlet for the protection of his own life rather than for the disguising of his plans ; and the nature of the madness is more farcical than in ...
William Shakespeare William Allan Neilson. faction of the people ; the madness is assumed by Hamlet for the protection of his own life rather than for the disguising of his plans ; and the nature of the madness is more farcical than in ...
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... madness ? Think of it . The very place puts toys of desperation , Without more motive , into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath . Go on , I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not go , my lord . Ham ...
... madness ? Think of it . The very place puts toys of desperation , Without more motive , into every brain That looks so many fathoms to the sea And hears it roar beneath . Go on , I'll follow thee . Mar. You shall not go , my lord . Ham ...
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... madness , What is't but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go . Queen . More matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true ' tis pity , And pity ' tis ' tis true . A ...
... madness , What is't but to be nothing else but mad ? But let that go . Queen . More matter , with less art . Pol . Madam , I swear I use no art at all . That he is mad , ' tis true ; ' tis true ' tis pity , And pity ' tis ' tis true . A ...
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... madness wherein now he raves , And all we mourn for . King . Do you think ' tis this ? Queen . It may be , very likely . Pol . Hath there been such a time - I'd fain know that- 155 That I have positively said " Tis so , ” 160 When it ...
... madness wherein now he raves , And all we mourn for . King . Do you think ' tis this ? Queen . It may be , very likely . Pol . Hath there been such a time - I'd fain know that- 155 That I have positively said " Tis so , ” 160 When it ...
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Seite 20 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 160 - What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time \ Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. "* Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and god-like reason To "fust in us unused.
Seite 72 - 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.
Seite 122 - O, there be players that I have seen play, and heard others praise, and that highly, not to speak it profanely, that, neither having the accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Seite 138 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will. My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent, And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow?
Seite 161 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see, The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
Seite 189 - Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Seite 120 - Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue : but if you mouth it, as many of your players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 70 - Why, what should be the fear ? I do not set my life at a pin's fee ; And for my soul, what can it do to that, Being a thing immortal as itself ? It waves me forth again : I'll follow it.