 | Kenneth Muir - 2005 - 207 страници
...commands. whether it be Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th'event — A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom...not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do'. (IV.iv.39-44) Oblivion it obviously is not; ordinary cowardice it cannot be; but it may be, as Coleridge... | |
 | Harriett Hawkins - 2005 - 296 страници
...stark, simple language, in contrast to the more elaborate diction and syntax of the earlier passages: "I do not know/ Why yet I live to say, This thing's...cause, and will, and strength, and means/ To do't." Then comes another distinct "turn" to the "examples" that "exhort" him, which leads to a description... | |
 | Irving Ribner - 2005 - 224 страници
...manner of the avenger, but the delay is not for want of strength or opportunity, as Hamlet tells us: I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's...have cause and will and strength and means To do't. (IV.iv.43-46) What Hamlet does not know is that his strength and opportunity are of no avail so long... | |
 | Nicholas Brooke - 2005 - 232 страници
...6-9) This both echoes, and comments on, the last soliloquy, when he had encountered Fortinbras' army: I do not know Why yet I live to say 'This thing's...cause, and will, and strength, and means, To do't. ending O, from this time forth, My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth ! (IV. iv. 43-66) 'Cause'... | |
 | Robert Peter Kennedy, Kim Paffenroth, John Doody - 2006 - 414 страници
...Now whether it be Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th'event — A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom...cause, and will, and strength, and means To do't. (39^6) In this soliloquy Hamlet contrasts his failure to take action with Fortinbras's ready willingness... | |
 | Marvin W. Hunt - 2007 - 256 страници
...Bestial oblivion or some craven scruple Of thinking too precisely on th' event (A thought which quartered hath but one part wisdom And ever three parts coward)...and tender prince Whose spirit with divine ambition puffed Makes mouths at the invisible event Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune,... | |
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