Hamlet: Edited by Horace Howard Furness, Volume 4

Capa
J.B. Lippincott, 1905
 

Opinião das pessoas - Escrever uma crítica

Não foram encontradas quaisquer críticas nos locais habituais.

Outras edições - Ver tudo

Palavras e frases frequentes

Passagens conhecidas

Página 307 - The soldiers' music and the rites of war Speak loudly for him. Take up the bodies : such a sight as this Becomes the field, but here shows much amiss. Go, bid the soldiers shoot.
Página 345 - Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural. HAMLET. Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge.
Página 210 - Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies on ; Who never said a foolish thing, And never did a wise one.
Página 252 - I am but mad north-north-west: when the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
Página 240 - 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.
Página 345 - Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abus'd; but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.
Página 205 - O God ! I could be bounded in a nut-shell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.
Página 334 - gins to pale his uneffectual fire; Adieu, adieu, adieu, remember me. [Exit Ham. O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? And shall I couple hell?
Página 190 - You that look pale and tremble at this chance, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Had I but time, (as this fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest,) O, I could tell you, — But let it be : — Horatio, I am dead ; Thou liv'st ; report me and my cause aright To the unsatisfied.
Página 170 - Of thinking too precisely on th' event, A thought which quarter'd hath but one part wisdom, And ever three parts coward, I do not know Why yet I live to say This thing's to do...