The Works of William Shakespeare, Band 8Munroe, Francis & Parker, 1812 |
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... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
... Laer . My dread lord , Your leave and favour to return to France ; From whence though willingly I came to Denmark , To show my duty in your coronation ; Yet now , I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again ...
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... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you .. Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
... Laer . My necessaries are embark'd ; farewell : And , sister , as the winds give benefit , And convoy is assistant , do not sleep , But let me hear from you .. Oph . Do you doubt that ? Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favour ...
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... " [ 8 ] Unmaster'd - i . e . licentious . JOHNSON . MASON . [ 9 ] Do not advance so far as your affection would lead you . JOHNSON . [ 1 ] That is , heeds not his own lessons . POPE . Laer . O fear me not . I stay too 18 ACT I. HAMLET .
... " [ 8 ] Unmaster'd - i . e . licentious . JOHNSON . MASON . [ 9 ] Do not advance so far as your affection would lead you . JOHNSON . [ 1 ] That is , heeds not his own lessons . POPE . Laer . O fear me not . I stay too 18 ACT I. HAMLET .
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... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . [ 2 ] The shoulder of your sail - this is a common sea ...
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . [ 2 ] The shoulder of your sail - this is a common sea ...
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... Laer . Farewell . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? [ Exit . Oph . So please you , something touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : " Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given private time to you ...
... Laer . Farewell . Pol . What is't , Ophelia , he hath said to you ? [ Exit . Oph . So please you , something touching the lord Hamlet . Pol . Marry , well bethought : " Tis told me , he hath very oft of late Given private time to you ...
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Seite 104 - 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, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Seite 51 - Speak the speech I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.
Seite 70 - Yet could I bear that too ; well, very well : — But there, where I have garner'd up my heart, Where either I must live or bear no life, The fountain from the which my current runs, Or else dries up ; to be discarded thence ! Or keep it as a cistern for foul toads To knot and gender in ! Turn thy complexion there, Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin, Ay, there, look grim as hell ! Des.
Seite 61 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these? O! I have ta'en Too little care of this. Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou may'st shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Seite 20 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us ! — Be thou a spirit of health, or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven, or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked, or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee, Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me: Let me not burst in ignorance!
Seite 76 - How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! 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 unus'd.
Seite 53 - 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.
Seite 14 - Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters,— That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little bless'd with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Seite 106 - The weight of this sad time we must obey ; Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say. The oldest hath borne most : we, that are young, Shall never see so much, nor live so long.
Seite 50 - The observ'd of all observers ! quite, quite down ! And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh...