Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. ElzeMayer, 1857 - 272 páginas |
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Página xxi
... Laer- tes ringen auf ihrem Grabe ; die Königin wird vergiftet und Laertes mit einem vergifteten Rapiere erstochen ; Hamlet tödtet den König und kommt endlich selbst um . Kein Wunder , dass Fortinbras am Schlusse ausruft : This quarry ...
... Laer- tes ringen auf ihrem Grabe ; die Königin wird vergiftet und Laertes mit einem vergifteten Rapiere erstochen ; Hamlet tödtet den König und kommt endlich selbst um . Kein Wunder , dass Fortinbras am Schlusse ausruft : This quarry ...
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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 14 I , 2 . HAMLET ,
... 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 14 I , 2 . HAMLET ,
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... Laer . Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone In thews , and bulk ; but , as this temple waxes , The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal . | Perhaps , he loves you now ; And now no soil , nor ...
... Laer . Think it no more : For nature , crescent , does not grow alone In thews , and bulk ; but , as this temple waxes , The inward service of the mind and soul Grows wide withal . | Perhaps , he loves you now ; And now no soil , nor ...
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... Laer . I stay too long ; O ! fear me not . but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double ... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invests you : go ; your servants tend . Laer ...
... Laer . I stay too long ; O ! fear me not . but here my father comes . Enter POLONIUS . A double blessing is a double ... Laer . Most humbly do I take my leave , my lord . Pol . The time invests you : go ; your servants tend . Laer ...
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Página 46 - 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?
Página 11 - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly— heaven and earth Must I remember? why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on, and yet within a month, Let me not think on 't; frailty thy name is woman! A little month or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body Like Niobe all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason...
Página 47 - I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious ; with more offences at my beck, than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in.
Página 50 - 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.
Página 102 - And let me speak to the yet unknowing world How these things came about : so shall you hear Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts; Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; And, in this upshot, purposes mistook Fall'n on the inventors' heads: all this can I Truly deliver.
Página 58 - 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.
Página 21 - 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.
Página 101 - 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.
Página 42 - Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard, and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, Aa deep as to the lungs?
Página 46 - No traveller returns, — puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought; And enterprises of great pith and moment, With this regard, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.