The Works of William Shakespeare, Volym 7Bickers & Son, 1881 |
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Sida 307
... Laer . Dread my 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 . Dread my 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 ...
Sida 314
... 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 ...
Sida 317
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . ( 23 ) Are most select and generous , chief in that . ] So Rowe ( i.e. says Ritson , " the nobility of France are select and ...
... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invites you ; go , your servants tend . ( 23 ) Are most select and generous , chief in that . ] So Rowe ( i.e. says Ritson , " the nobility of France are select and ...
Sida 318
William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . " Tis in my memory lock'd , [ Exit . And you yourself shall keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . Pol . What is't ...
William Shakespeare Howard Staunton. Laer . Farewell , Ophelia ; and remember well What I have said to you . Oph . " Tis in my memory lock'd , [ Exit . And you yourself shall keep the key of it . Laer . Farewell . Pol . What is't ...
Sida 380
... Laer . Come on sir " ( instead of " Come , my lord ” ) . See also notes 48 , 52 , 76 , 78 , 82 , 138 . ( 98 ) Queen . Why , how now , Hamlet ! Ham . Queen . Have you forgot me ? ] What's the matter now ? " Perhaps all this belongs to ...
... Laer . Come on sir " ( instead of " Come , my lord ” ) . See also notes 48 , 52 , 76 , 78 , 82 , 138 . ( 98 ) Queen . Why , how now , Hamlet ! Ham . Queen . Have you forgot me ? ] What's the matter now ? " Perhaps all this belongs to ...
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Sida 138 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Sida 159 - As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant , I honour him ; but , as he was ambitious , I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman? If any, speak; for him have I offended.
Sida 157 - and let slip the dogs of war ; That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial.
Sida 362 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise; I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod: pray you, avoid it...
Sida 159 - Here comes his body, mourned by Mark Antony : who, though he had no hand in his death, shall receive the benefit of his dying, a place in the commonwealth ; as which of you shall not ? With this I depart ; that, as I slew my best lover for the good of Rome, I have the same dagger for myself, when it shall please my country to need my death.
Sida 305 - 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: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm; So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Sida 222 - Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. — I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'er-leaps itself, And falls on the other.
Sida 164 - O, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded ? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Sida 223 - Like the poor cat i' the adage? Macb. Prithee, peace I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none. Lady M. What beast was't then That made you break this enterprise to me? When you durst do it, then you were a man; And, to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man. Nor time nor place Did then adhere, and yet you would make both: They have made themselves, and that their fitness now Does unmake you. I have given suck, and know How tender...
Sida 161 - I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then to mourn for him?