Hamlet, Prinz von Dänemark / Hamlet, Prince of Denmark - Zweisprachige Ausgabe

death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns,

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in
Reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving
how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! and yet to me, what is
this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no,
nor Woman neither; though by your smiling you seeme
to say so

If your mind dislike anything obey it

he barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water.

As merry as the day is long.

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade.

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the
fool no where but in's own house.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?