The Mystery of Hamlet: An Attempt to Solve an Old ProblemJ.B. Lippincott & Company, 1881 - 95 pagine |
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action actor admiration allusion appears bear beauty cause character of Hamlet child Corambis court death Denmark depth differences disguised disposition disprized drama dramatist endeavored evident excuse fact failed father fear feeling feigned feminine Fortinbras fourth act Fratricide Punished ghost give grave-digger Guildenstern Hamlet speaks HAMLET'S CHARACTER Hamlet's mind heart heaven hero history of Hamlet Horatio human instantly interview between Hamlet Lady Macbeth Laertes later edition length letter to Ophelia Macbeth madness manly marriage masculine matricide mimic king mother murder mystery name of action nature noble Noverint Ophelia's grave Osric passion pathy perfect petard phrase play plot poet Polonius prince Prince Hamlet queen reason reveal revenge rience Roscius Rosencrantz Rosencrantz and Guildenstern says scarcely scene second quarto seems Shakespeare soul spirit story strength surrounded thee thirty Thomas Green thou thought tion tongue truth villain weak Wittenberg woman words youth
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Pagina 89 - 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...
Pagina 56 - See what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command...
Pagina 67 - I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit...
Pagina 68 - Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, \ 60 That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds...
Pagina 29 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Pagina 52 - But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of?
Pagina 80 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword; The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Pagina 66 - 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.
Pagina 65 - 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.
Pagina 56 - I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i