Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. ElzeMayer, 1857 - 272 pages |
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... Love's Labour's Lost , his Love Labour's Wonne , his Midsum- mer's Night Dream , and his Merchant of Venice : for tragedy , his Richard II , Richard III , Henry IV , King John , Titus Andro- nicus , and his Romeo and Juliet'.5 Allein ...
... Love's Labour's Lost , his Love Labour's Wonne , his Midsum- mer's Night Dream , and his Merchant of Venice : for tragedy , his Richard II , Richard III , Henry IV , King John , Titus Andro- nicus , and his Romeo and Juliet'.5 Allein ...
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... Love den Hamlet mit folgenden Worten : ' It ( nämlich the epistle ) should be like the never - too - well read Arcadia , where the prose and verse ( matter and words ) are like his mistresses eyes , one still excelling another and ...
... Love den Hamlet mit folgenden Worten : ' It ( nämlich the epistle ) should be like the never - too - well read Arcadia , where the prose and verse ( matter and words ) are like his mistresses eyes , one still excelling another and ...
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William Shakespeare Karl Elze. 1 Winter's Tale . VI . Historical - Pastoral . Love's Labour's Lost . Als einen unübertrefflichen Kanon für die Darstellung stellt er die Regeln auf , welche Hamlet § . 115-117 dem Schauspieler ertheilt ...
William Shakespeare Karl Elze. 1 Winter's Tale . VI . Historical - Pastoral . Love's Labour's Lost . Als einen unübertrefflichen Kanon für die Darstellung stellt er die Regeln auf , welche Hamlet § . 115-117 dem Schauspieler ertheilt ...
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... , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do ' t , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently . [ Exeunt . 12 13 SCENE II . The Same . A Room of I , 1 . 7 PRINCE OF DENMARK .
... , As needful in our loves , fitting our duty ? Mar. Let's do ' t , I pray ; and I this morning know Where we shall find him most conveniently . [ Exeunt . 12 13 SCENE II . The Same . A Room of I , 1 . 7 PRINCE OF DENMARK .
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... love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you . For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire ; | 21 And , we beseech you , bend you to remain Here , in the cheer ...
... love Than that which dearest father bears his son Do I impart toward you . For your intent In going back to school in Wittenberg It is most retrograde to our desire ; | 21 And , we beseech you , bend you to remain Here , in the cheer ...
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Page 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?
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.