 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - Počet stránok 240
...some liquor left. Hamlet As thou'rt a man, Give me the cup; let go; by heaven, I'll have't. — 0 good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus...off, and shot within} What warlike noise is this? Osric Young Fortinbras, with conquest come from Poland, To the ambassadors of England gives This warlike... | |
 | Ferruccio Marotti - 1966 - Počet stránok 398
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 | Michael Lerner - 2001 - Počet stránok 472
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 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - Počet stránok 420
...explaining his reason: O God, Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall I leave behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,...harsh world draw thy breath in pain To tell my story. (5.2.349-54) Hamlet still finds this world harsh and life ("breath") painful. But, as his echoing of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - Počet stránok 304
...cup away] 0 good Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me!64 If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee...world draw thy breath, in pain, To tell my story. A march afar off, and shot within 65 What warlike noise is this? Enter OSRICK Young Fortinbras, with... | |
 | William Kloefkorn - 2001 - Počet stránok 170
...the rude imperious surge. . . . Again from Shakespeare— Hamlet's dying request to Horatio: Ifthou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from...harsh world draw thy breath in pain To tell my story. . . . From Milton's Paradise Lost: Darken'd so, yet shone Above them all the archangel; but his face... | |
 | Wystan Hugh Auden - 2002 - Počet stránok 428
...be. Horatio, I am dead; Thou liv'st; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied. . . . O good Horatio, what a wounded name (Things standing thus...harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story. (V.ii.347-51, 355-60) Hamlet's procrastination. Hamlet can act when outward circumstances threaten... | |
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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. 
