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action appears better blood body cause character Clown comes common course dead dear death Denmark doth doubt effect England Enter Exeunt Exit fair fall father fear folio follow friends further Ghost give Hamlet hand hath head hear heart Heaven hold Hora Horatio keep King Laer Laertes leave live look lord madness Marc matter means mind mother murder nature never night old copies once Ophe Ophelia Osric passage passion perhaps persons phrase play players Poet Polo Polonius pray present probably quartos Queen question reason refers revenge Rosen SCENE seems seen sense Shakespeare sometimes soul speak speech spirit stand strange sure sweet tell thee thing thou thought true virtue whole
Page 135 - And let those that play your clowns, speak no more than is set down for them : for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the mean time, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered: that's villainous; and . shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it.
Page 134 - ... accent of Christians nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 207 - No, faith, not a jot ; but to follow him thither with modesty . enough, and likelihood to lead it : as thus : Alexander died, Alexander was buried, Alexander returneth into dust ; the dust is earth ; of earth we make loam ; and why of that loam, whereto he was converted, might they not stop a beer-barrel...
Page 157 - No, by the rood, not so : You are the queen, your husband's brother's wife ; And — would it were not so ! — you are my mother.
Page 164 - Ecstasy ! My pulse, as yours, doth temperately keep time, And makes as healthful music : it is not madness That I have utter'd : bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word ; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks : It will but skin and film the ulcerous place, Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.
Page 130 - 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 183 - King What is the cause, Laertes, That thy rebellion looks so giant-like? Let him go, Gertrude; do not fear our person: There's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would, Acts little of his will.
Page 85 - I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And. thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain, Unmix'd with baser matter: yes, by heaven.