 | Robert E. Wood - Drama - 1994 - 188 pages
...images for the most part suggest a continued allegiance to classical rhetoric. Even his conclusion — "It is not nor it cannot come to good, / But break my heart for I must hold my tongue" — reflects both an implicit faith that wrongdoing cannot survive and a continued... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Poetry - 1995 - 136 pages
...her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. 18 There - my blessing with thee, And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou... | |
 | Drama - 1996 - 264 pages
...uniform, flaxen hair and a single tear trailing down a face more used to smiles. HAMLET (continuing) It is not, nor it cannot come to good But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. His eyes close as he hears a door open and readies himself for one more invasion... | |
 | Henry Sussman - Philosophy - 1997 - 338 pages
...her galled eyes, She married. O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not nor it cannot come to good. But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. (l.ii.129-59) 1 Hamlet's tragedy of divided loyalties, subjective emptiness, and... | |
 | Stanley Wells - Biography & Autobiography - 1997 - 438 pages
...her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. (1.2.137-59) The anguish that it causes Hamlet to think of his mother's over-hasty... | |
 | Connie Robertson - Reference - 1998 - 686 pages
...unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. 10190 Hamlet Frailty, thy name is woman! 10191 Hamlet ' an' the cotton is high. Oh, yo' daddy's rich, and yo' ma' is go must hold my tongue. 10192 Hamlet He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his... | |
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... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. 
