Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkJ.R. Smith, 1864 - 52 էջ |
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Some Remarks on the Tragedy of Hamlet Prince of Denmark, Written by Mr ... Sir Thomas Hanmer Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1736 |
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Էջ 15 - God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
Էջ 15 - 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...
Էջ 15 - Would have mourn'd longer, — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue!
Էջ 15 - 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...
Էջ 9 - What art thou that usurp'st this time of night, Together with that fair and warlike form In which the majesty of buried Denmark Did sometimes march ? by heaven I charge thee, speak ! Mar.
Էջ 15 - Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears — why she, even she (O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn d longer) married with my uncle; My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.
Էջ 15 - Oh that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!