 The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?  Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. Elze - Seite 46von William Shakespeare - 1857 - 272 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 Seiten
...contumely,28 The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he...might his 'Quietus' make With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death... | |
 | Robin Varnum, Christina T. Gibbons - 2001 - 254 Seiten
...makes calamity of so long life, For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love,...fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, That undiscovered country from whose bourn No traveller returns,... | |
 | Janet Hill - 2002 - 266 Seiten
...put up with a beast's life because of the dread of something nasty in the woodshed of the afterlife. Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? (3.1.75-81) [my italics] He... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 214 Seiten
...insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, 75 When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels...death, The undiscover'd country, from whose bourn 8o No traveller returns, puzzles the will, 'To be, or not to be, that is the question:' (3, 1, 56),... | |
 | Elise Lawton Smith, Evelyn De Morgan - 2002 - 268 Seiten
...source for the title is from Hamlet's soliloquy on death, "To be, or not to be" (3, 1 , 56-88) : . . . who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a...death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveler returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others... | |
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