 | William Hazlitt - 1999 - عدد الصفحات: 273
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 | Richard G. Geldard - 2000 - عدد الصفحات: 180
...protest also against the view that chaos rules and that cosmos is an illusion. As Hamlet protested, What is a man, If his chief good and market of his...capability and godlike reason To fust in us unus'd. (IV. iv, 33-40) It may be argued, of course, that our "large discourse" is an evolutionary development... | |
 | James S. Malek - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 484
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 | R. A. Foakes - 2000 - عدد الصفحات: 332
...necessary use of a God-given capacity, as the commitment that makes us human: What is a man, If the chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep...not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused. (4.4.34-40) He goes on to justify Fortinbras, and take him as an example, with only the twisted... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 240
...Wilt please you go, my lord? I'll be with you straight. Go a little before. [Exeunt all except HAMLET] How all occasions do inform against me. And spur my...or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on the event, — A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom 129 vortlbraS 'eH, Qlt peylt. [me]... | |
 | Haim Gordon - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 196
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 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - عدد الصفحات: 304
...against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time 256 Hamlet Be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more. Sure,...or some craven scruple 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - عدد الصفحات: 244
...fashion and the mould of form, Th' observ'd of all observers, quite, quite down! Ophelia— Hamlet III.ii How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my...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... | |
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How all occasions do inform against me, And spur my dull revenge! What is a man, If his chief good and market of his time Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more. Sure he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not... 
