Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. ElzeMayer, 1857 - 272 pagini |
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Pagina x
... alten König Rörik , Amleths Grossvater , wie vor seiner Gemahlin Geruthe nicht , Hand an ihn zu legen und beschloss , ihn durch den König von Britannien aus dem Wege schaffen zu lassen . Amleth willigte unwissend in die Reise , befahl ...
... alten König Rörik , Amleths Grossvater , wie vor seiner Gemahlin Geruthe nicht , Hand an ihn zu legen und beschloss , ihn durch den König von Britannien aus dem Wege schaffen zu lassen . Amleth willigte unwissend in die Reise , befahl ...
Pagina xliv
... alten Wienerischen Bühnenbearbeitung des Hamlet mit der Jahreszahl 1710 besessen haben soll . 1 Ja Shakespeare selbst war bis dahin in unserm Vaterlande eine so gut wie unbekannte Grösse ; und das Wenige , was Barthold Feind ( 1678-1723 ...
... alten Wienerischen Bühnenbearbeitung des Hamlet mit der Jahreszahl 1710 besessen haben soll . 1 Ja Shakespeare selbst war bis dahin in unserm Vaterlande eine so gut wie unbekannte Grösse ; und das Wenige , was Barthold Feind ( 1678-1723 ...
Pagina xlix
... alten , vielleicht schon eine Ein- richtung der Wieland'schen Übersetzung . Dass Heufeld eine solche 1773 in Wien auf die Bühne brachte , ist uns bekannt ; seine Bearbeitung ist besonders desshalb von Wichtigkeit , weil sie die ...
... alten , vielleicht schon eine Ein- richtung der Wieland'schen Übersetzung . Dass Heufeld eine solche 1773 in Wien auf die Bühne brachte , ist uns bekannt ; seine Bearbeitung ist besonders desshalb von Wichtigkeit , weil sie die ...
Pagina 118
... alten Kirchen- liedes , welches nach Halliwell Dictionary of Archaic and Provin- cial Words s . Dirge bei Leichenbegängnissen gesungen wurde . In R. Royster Doister III , 3 ( ed . Cooper p . 41 ) , wo der von Dame Custance verschmähete ...
... alten Kirchen- liedes , welches nach Halliwell Dictionary of Archaic and Provin- cial Words s . Dirge bei Leichenbegängnissen gesungen wurde . In R. Royster Doister III , 3 ( ed . Cooper p . 41 ) , wo der von Dame Custance verschmähete ...
Pagina 120
... alten Drucke . Pope und Collier interpungiren folgendermassen : Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces ; spend it at thy will , wodurch der Sinn verändert wird . ' Make the fairest use you please of your time ...
... alten Drucke . Pope und Collier interpungiren folgendermassen : Take thy fair hour , Laertes ; time be thine , And thy best graces ; spend it at thy will , wodurch der Sinn verändert wird . ' Make the fairest use you please of your time ...
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Pagina 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?
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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?
Pagina 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.