Shakspeare's tragedy of Hamlet, with notes, extr. from the old 'Historie of Hamblet' &c., adapted for use in schools by J. Hunter |
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Pàgina xxvii
... enter on the scene . Figure to yourselves this youth , this son of princes ; conceive him vividly , bring his state before your eyes , and then observe him when he learns that his father's spirit walks ; stand by him in the terrors of ...
... enter on the scene . Figure to yourselves this youth , this son of princes ; conceive him vividly , bring his state before your eyes , and then observe him when he learns that his father's spirit walks ; stand by him in the terrors of ...
Pàgina 3
... Enter to him BERNARDO . Ber . Who's there ? 1 Fran . Nay , answer me : Long live the king !? Stand , and unfold yourself . Ber . Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . " T is now struck twelve ...
... Enter to him BERNARDO . Ber . Who's there ? 1 Fran . Nay , answer me : Long live the king !? Stand , and unfold yourself . Ber . Fran . Bernardo ? Ber . He . Fran . You come most carefully upon your hour . Ber . " T is now struck twelve ...
Pàgina 4
... Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS . Hor . Friends to this ground . Mar. Fran . Give you good night.2 Mar. Who hath relieved you Fran . And liegemen to the Dane . O , farewell , honest soldier : ? Bernardo hath my place . [ Exit FRAN . Holla ...
... Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS . Hor . Friends to this ground . Mar. Fran . Give you good night.2 Mar. Who hath relieved you Fran . And liegemen to the Dane . O , farewell , honest soldier : ? Bernardo hath my place . [ Exit FRAN . Holla ...
Pàgina 5
... Enter GHOST . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio.2 Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear and wonder Ber ...
... Enter GHOST . Ber . In the same figure , like the king that ' s dead . Mar. Thou art a scholar , speak to it , Horatio.2 Ber . Looks it not like the king ? mark it , Horatio . Hor . Most like : -it harrows me with fear and wonder Ber ...
Pàgina 10
... enter GHOST . But , soft ! behold ! lo , where it comes again ! I'll cross it , though it blast me . 2 - Stay , illusion ! If thou hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee ...
... enter GHOST . But , soft ! behold ! lo , where it comes again ! I'll cross it , though it blast me . 2 - Stay , illusion ! If thou hast any sound , or use of voice , Speak to me : If there be any good thing to be done , That may to thee ...
Frases i termes més freqüents
arms arras beseech blood body courtier Danes daughter dead dear death Denmark devil doth drink e'en earth edition England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Exit Exit GHOST eyes faith Farewell father fear Fengon follow Fortinbras friends Gertrude Geruth Ghost give grief Guil hand hast hath hear heart heaven Hecuba Henry IV honest Honest Whore honour Horatio Horvendile Julius Cæsar killed lady Laer Laertes leave look lord Hamlet Love's Labour's Lost madness majesty Marcellus means mind mother murder nature night noble Norway Note o'er Ophelia OSRIC passion play players Polonius pray prince Pyrrhus Queen revenge Richard II Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SCENE Shakspeare Shakspeare's soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sword tell thee There's thine thing thou thought uncle unto villain virtue word youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 19 - That it should come to this! But two months dead! nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
Pàgina 31 - So, oft it chances in particular men, That for some vicious mole of nature in them, As, in their birth, wherein they are not guilty, Since nature cannot choose his origin, By the o'ergrowth of some complexion, Oft breaking down the pales and forts of reason, Or by some habit that too much o'er-leavens The form of plausive manners ; that these men, Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect, Being nature's livery, or fortune's star, Their virtues else, be they as pure as grace, As infinite as man may...
Pàgina 107 - That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this, That to the use of actions fair and good He likewise gives a frock or livery, That aptly is put on.
Pàgina 78 - Get thee to a nunnery; Why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? I am myself indifferent honest ; but yet I could accuse me of such things, that it were better my mother had not borne me; 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 : What should such fellows as I do crawling between heaven and earth!
Pàgina 46 - Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous in purport As if he had been loosed out of hell To speak of horrors, he comes before me.
Pàgina 18 - gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Pàgina 107 - Ecstasy! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music. It is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks; It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whiles rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Pàgina 82 - Be not too tame, neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor; suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as '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.
Pàgina 30 - The King doth wake tonight and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
Pàgina 117 - 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 unused.