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Aeschylus Antonio Antonio's Revenge appears audience bedchamber Belimperia Belleforest blood Brutus calls character cries critics death deceiving deed delay doubt drama dramatist eighteenth century Elizabethan England essay Euripides evidence fate father feigned madness Folio Fortinbras Fratricide Punished Ghost Greek hand heart hero hero's heroic Hieronimo Horatio Ibsen intention Iphigeneia in Tauris irresolution kill King at prayer Kyd's Laertes Marston's matter means meant melancholy Minnesota moral motive murder natural never nunnery scene old Hamlet old play Ophelia Orestes Orestes plays Othello plot Polonius Prince Professor Bradley psychological purpose Quarto Queen reason Remarks Renaissance reproaches reticence revenge play revenge tragedies romantic Rosencrantz and Guildenstern says seems self-deception self-reproach Senecan sentiments Shake Shakespeare Shakespearean Tragedy soliloquy soul Spanish Tragedy spares the King speak spirit stage story sure thing thou thought tion Titus Andronicus tragic fault utterance vengeance weakness words
Page 20 - Now, whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the 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," Sith I have cause and will and strength and means To do 't.
Page 43 - A bloody deed! almost as bad, good mother, As kill a king, and marry with his brother.
Page 20 - 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, As deep as to the lungs?
Page 4 - Sit Medea ferox invictaque, flebilis Ino, Perfidus Ixion, lo vaga, tristis Orestes.
Page 51 - If thou hast nature in thee, bear it not; Let not the royal bed of Denmark be A couch for luxury and damned incest.
Page 25 - ... and my blood, And let all sleep, while to my shame I see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That for a fantasy and trick of fame Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain ? O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! \Exit.
Page 22 - But, when it has been shut long enough, we remember that where there is so much smoke, there must be some fire...
Page 8 - The use of this feigned history hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it...