The Works of Shakespeare, Band 8Macmillan and Company, limited, 1899 |
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... LAERTES , Son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , courtiers . GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , officers . BERNARDO , FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
... LAERTES , Son to Polonius . VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , ROSENCRANTZ , courtiers . GUILDENSTERN , OSRIC , A Gentleman , A Priest . MARCELLUS , officers . BERNARDO , FRANCISCO , a soldier . REYNALDO , servant to Polonius . Players . Two ...
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... Laertes , -Shakespeare's own extraordinarily effective additions to the legend . Fortinbras is not without a trace of Hamlet's nobleness , or Laertes of his accomplishment . But neither has any thought save of personal vengeance ...
... Laertes , -Shakespeare's own extraordinarily effective additions to the legend . Fortinbras is not without a trace of Hamlet's nobleness , or Laertes of his accomplishment . But neither has any thought save of personal vengeance ...
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... LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow ...
... LAERTES , VOLTIMAND , CORNELIUS , Lords , and Attendants . King . Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death The memory be green , and that it us befitted To bear our hearts in grief and our whole kingdom To be contracted in one brow ...
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... Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is ' t , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The ...
... Laertes , what's the news with you ? You told us of some suit ; what is ' t , Laertes ? You cannot speak of reason to the Dane , And lose your voice : what wouldst thou beg , Laertes , That shall not be my offer , not thy asking ? The ...
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... Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces spend it at thy will ! But now , my cousin Hamlet , and my son , - Ham . [ Aside ] A little more than kin , and less than kind . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? Ham ...
... Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces spend it at thy will ! But now , my cousin Hamlet , and my son , - Ham . [ Aside ] A little more than kin , and less than kind . King . How is it that the clouds still hang on you ? Ham ...
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Seite 279 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me ! If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Seite 96 - There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune ; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows, and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat; And we must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
Seite 215 - Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me ! You would play upon me ; you would seem to know my stops ; you would pluck out the heart of my mystery ; you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass : and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ ; yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe ? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.
Seite 77 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Seite 26 - Why should that name be sounded more than yours? Write them together, yours is as fair a name ; Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well ; Weigh them, it is as heavy ; conjure with 'em, " Brutus " will start a spirit as soon as
Seite 74 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest (For Brutus is an honourable man, So are they all, all honourable men) Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Seite 79 - And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Seite 204 - 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 75 - But yesterday the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence. 0 masters, if I were disposed to stir Your hearts and minds to mutiny and rage, 1 should do Brutus wrong, and Cassius wrong, Who, you all know, are honourable men : I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead, to wrong myself and you, Than I will wrong such honourable men.
Seite 78 - Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. 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.