The Hamnet Shakspere, according to the first folio, spelling modernised, with remarks on Shakspere's use of capital letters in his manuscript, and a few notes by A.P. Paton, Del 2 |
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Sida 7
... Laer . Dread my Lord , Your leave and favour to return to France , From whence , though willingly I came to Denmark To shew my duty in your Coronation , Yet now I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again towards ...
... Laer . Dread my Lord , Your leave and favour to return to France , From whence , though willingly I came to Denmark To shew my duty in your Coronation , Yet now I must confess , that duty done , My thoughts and wishes bend again towards ...
Sida 13
... Enter Laertes and Ophelia . Laer . My necessaries are imbark'd ; Farewell : And Sister , as the Winds give Benefit , And Convoy is assistant ; do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Ophel . Do THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET . 13.
... Enter Laertes and Ophelia . Laer . My necessaries are imbark'd ; Farewell : And Sister , as the Winds give Benefit , And Convoy is assistant ; do not sleep , But let me hear from you . Ophel . Do THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET . 13.
Sida 14
... Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favours , Hold it a fashion and a toy in Blood ; A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature ; Froward , not permanent ; sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute ? No more . Ophel . No more but ...
... Laer . For Hamlet , and the trifling of his favours , Hold it a fashion and a toy in Blood ; A Violet in the youth of Primy Nature ; Froward , not permanent ; sweet not lasting The suppliance of a minute ? No more . Ophel . No more but ...
Sida 15
... Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Polonius . I stay too long ; but here my Father comes : A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Polon . Yet here Laertes ? Aboard , aboard for shame , The wind sits in ...
... Laer . Oh , fear me not . Enter Polonius . I stay too long ; but here my Father comes : A double blessing is a double grace ; Occasion smiles upon a second leave . Polon . Yet here Laertes ? Aboard , aboard for shame , The wind sits in ...
Sida 16
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my Lord . Polon . The time invites you , go , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell Ophelia , and remember well What I have said to you . Ophe . ' Tis in my memory lock'd , And you your self shall ...
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my Lord . Polon . The time invites you , go , your servants tend . Laer . Farewell Ophelia , and remember well What I have said to you . Ophe . ' Tis in my memory lock'd , And you your self shall ...
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ALLAN PARK Ape of Death Ay my Lord Barnardo blood breath Cæsar Coriolanus Daughter dead dear Denmark Desdemona Dost thou doth drink e'en Earth Edition of Macbeth Emphasis-Capitals Enter Hamlet Enter King Enter Polonius Exeunt Exit eyes Farewell Fathers death fear Folio follow fool Fortinbras foul Friends Gertrude Ghost give Grace Guil Guild Guildensterne Hamnet Edition hast hath hear heart Heaven Hecuba Hell hold Horatio i'th in't is't Laer Laertes look Lord Hamlet Majesty Marcellus Mother Murther Nature night Noble Norway o'er Ophe Ophel Ophelia Osricke Othello passion Play Players poison'd Polon pray Priam Pyrrhus Queen Revenge Reynol Rosin Rosincrance Shakspere Shakspere's shew sleep speak speech Spirit sweet Sword tell Text thee There's thine thing thought tongue Tragedy Tragedy of Macbeth twere Villain weole words
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Sida xii - Till the foul crimes, done in my days of nature, Are burnt and purged away. 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...
Sida xvi - I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did, from the flames of Troy, upon his shoulder, The old Anchises bear, so, from the waves of Tiber, Did I the tired Caesar : and this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body. If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
Sida 8 - Nor the dejected haviour of the Visage, Together with all Forms, Moods, shews of Grief, That can denote me truly. These indeed Seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that Within, which passeth show; These, but the Trappings, and the Suits of woe.
Sida xiv - Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have Immortal longings in me: Now no more The juice of Egypt's grape shall moist this lip: — Yare, yare, good Iras; quick. — Methinks, I hear Antony call; I see him rouse himself To praise my noble act; I hear him mock The luck of Caesar, which the gods give men To excuse their after wrath: Husband, I come: Now to that name my courage prove my title ! I am fire, and air; my other elements I give to baser life.
Sida x - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.
Sida xiii - 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.
Sida 67 - You cannot call it love ; for at your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And waits upon the judgment...
Sida 20 - 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...
Sida 15 - Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man...
Sida 51 - ... 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.