Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of DenmarkRoycroft Shop, 1902 - 172 páginas |
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arras aught awhile Bernardo blood breath brother Castle Clown Dane daughter dead dear Denmark dost thou doth drink e'en earth Elsinore England Enter HAMLET Enter KING Enter POLONIUS Exeunt Rosencrantz Exit Ghost Exit Polonius eyes fair faith Farewell father father's death fear follow foul friends gentleman Gertrude Ghost give grace grave grief hand hath head hear heart heaven Hecuba hold honour Jephthah king of Denmark lady Laertes leave look Lord Hamlet madam madness majesty Marcellus marry matter mother murther nature never night noble Norway o'er Ophelia Osric play poison'd pray Priam Pyrrhus rapiers revenge Reynaldo rites of war Rosencrantz and Guildenstern SAMUEL WARNER SCENE Sings skull sleep soldiers soul speak speech spirit Swear sweet sweet lord sword tell thank thee There's thine thing thou hast thoughts to-night tongue villain Voltimand Wittenberg words youth
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