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Finch pauses glares -goes on again reaches the second scene. "Enter the King, Queen, Hamlet, Polonius, Laertes, Voltimand, Cornelius, and Lords Attendant." All Mr. Finch! oh, my legs! my legs! all Mr. Finch, and Boom-boom-boom. Third scene. "Enter Laertes and Ophelia." Finch goes on and on and on. Mrs. Finch and the baby simultaneously close their eyes in slumber.
Clare, how will she ever get along in the world?" said Marie. "The Lord knows," said St. Clare, "but she'll get along in heaven better than you or I." "O, papa, don't," said Eva, softly touching his elbow; "it troubles mother." "Well, cousin, are you ready to go to meeting?" said Miss Ophelia, turning square about on St. Clare. "I'm not going, thank you." "I do wish St.
Just so the dream had always run and when the five minutes were past, she rose and went to him: a true Ophelia, her arms all full of hyacinths. "My honored Lord," said she. He turned, and the dream held. The Pennsylvania Limited was approaching Jersey City and the afternoon was approaching three o'clock when Mr. John Blake turned to Mrs.
How Hawthorne might have acted in Hamlet's place it is useless to surmise, but in his true nature he was quite the opposite of Hamlet, slow and cautious, but driven onward by an inexorable will. If Hamlet had possessed half of Hawthorne's determination, he might have broken through the network of evil conditions which surrounded him, and lived to make Ophelia a happy woman.
I thought of the wonderful boy-actor, and saw his face in every line. Two sonnets, I remember, struck me particularly: they were the 53rd and the 67th. In the first of these, Shakespeare, complimenting Willie Hughes on the versatility of his acting, on his wide range of parts, a range extending from Rosalind to Juliet, and from Beatrice to Ophelia, says to him
"O! Augustine, be still," said Miss Ophelia; "how can I do anything, if you will be laughing?" "Well, I won't disturb the exercises again, on my honor;" and St. Clare took his paper into the parlor, and sat down, till Topsy had finished her recitations.
The mercury in the club thermometer was nervously clicking against the top of the crystal tube, and poor Cerberus was having all he could do with his three mouths snapping up the pestiferous little shades of by-gone gnats that seemed to take an almost unholy pleasure in alighting upon his various noses and ears. Ophelia was doing most of the talking.
One of the marvels of the world is, that, with such fathers and brothers, there are so few wicked women. Type of the greater number stands Ophelia, poor, weak, and not very refined, yet honest, and, in all her poverty, immeasurably superior to father and brother.
And now Hamlet was at leisure to consider who it was that in his unfortunate rashness he had killed: and when he came to see that it was Polonius, the father of the lady Ophelia, whom he so dearly loved, he drew apart the dead body, and, his spirits being now a little quieter, he wept for what he had done.
That is ended. He waved the make-up brush in his hand. 'No, it is not ended, said Pinchas desperately. 'Your wife is a comic actress 'You just admitted she was tragic 'It is heartbreaking to see her in tragedy, said Pinchas, burning his boats. 'She skips and jumps. Rather would I give Ophelia to one of your kangaroos!
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