The first editions of The tragedy of Hamlet, repr. [ed. by T.F. Dibdin.].Fleischer, 1825 - 74 strán (strany) |
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Strana 4
... Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart . Hor . A trowant disposition , my good Lord . Ham , Nor shall you make mee truster Of your owne report against your selfe ; Sir , I know you are no trowant : But what is your affaire in ...
... Weele teach you to drinke deepe ere you depart . Hor . A trowant disposition , my good Lord . Ham , Nor shall you make mee truster Of your owne report against your selfe ; Sir , I know you are no trowant : But what is your affaire in ...
Strana 8
... weele shift our ground : Come hither Gentlemen , and lay your handes Againe vpon this sword , neuer to speake Of that which you haue seene , sweare by my sword . Ghost Sweare . . י ' Ham . Well said old Mole , can'st worke in the earth ...
... weele shift our ground : Come hither Gentlemen , and lay your handes Againe vpon this sword , neuer to speake Of that which you haue seene , sweare by my sword . Ghost Sweare . . י ' Ham . Well said old Mole , can'st worke in the earth ...
Strana 8
... Weele reade and answere these his Articles , Meane time we thanke you for your well Tooke labour : go to your rest , at night weele feast togither : Right welcome home , exeunt Ambassadors . Cor . This busines is very well dispatched ...
... Weele reade and answere these his Articles , Meane time we thanke you for your well Tooke labour : go to your rest , at night weele feast togither : Right welcome home , exeunt Ambassadors . Cor . This busines is very well dispatched ...
Strana 9
... Weele euen too't , like French Falconers , Flie at any thing we see , come , a taste of your Quallitie , a speech , a passionate speech . Players What speech my good lord ? Ham . I heard thee speake a speech once , But it was neuer ...
... Weele euen too't , like French Falconers , Flie at any thing we see , come , a taste of your Quallitie , a speech , a passionate speech . Players What speech my good lord ? Ham . I heard thee speake a speech once , But it was neuer ...
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... Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince . King Thanks to you both ; Gertred you'l see this play . Queene My lord I will , and it ioyes me at the sonle He is inclin❜d to any kinde of mirth .. Cor . Madame , I pray be ruled by me : And ...
... Weele once againe vnto the noble Prince . King Thanks to you both ; Gertred you'l see this play . Queene My lord I will , and it ioyes me at the sonle He is inclin❜d to any kinde of mirth .. Cor . Madame , I pray be ruled by me : And ...
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The first editions of The tragedy of Hamlet, repr. [ed. by T.F. Dibdin.]. William Shakespeare Úplné zobrazenie - 1825 |
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Strana 3 - 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 dares 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.
Strana 4 - 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!
Strana 8 - 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.
Strana 8 - To grunt and sweate vnder this weary life, When that he may his full Quietus make, With a bare bodkin, who would this indure, But for a hope of something after death? Which...
Strana 8 - 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, 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.
Strana 8 - To be, or not to be, I there's the point, To Die, to sleepe, is that all? I all: No, to sleepe, to dreame, I mary there it goes, For in that dreame of death, when wee awake, And borne before an euerlasting ludge, From whence no passenger euer retur'nd, The vndiscouered country, at whose sight The happy smile, and the accursed damn'd. But for this, the ioyfull hope of this...