 | 1978 - 1062 str.
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 | Ḥayim Gordon - 2000 - 146 str.
...soliloquy may encourage a person to leap into an existence which fights against those who placidly "see The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That,...and trick of fame. Go to their graves like beds." After the leap into a new way of life, such a person may begin to daily struggle against those supercilious... | |
 | Philip Shaw - 2000 - 264 str.
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 | Theodor Meron - 1998 - 257 str.
...death, and danger dare, Even for an eggshell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's...at the stake. How stand I, then, That have a father killed, a mother stained, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep while, to my shame,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 304 str.
...death, and danger dare Even for an eggshell! Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's...fame Go to their graves like beds; fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain.... | |
 | Haim Gordon - 2001 - 196 str.
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 | Jan H. Blits - 2001 - 420 str.
...cause and that of Fortinbras's soldiers. "How stand I then," he asks, again with a rhetorical question, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Excitements...fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain?... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 str.
...and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour's...stand I then, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain 'd, Excitements of my reason and my blood, And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see The imminent... | |
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The imminent death of twenty thousand men, That, for a fantasy and trick of fame, Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause, Which is not tomb enough and continent To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,... 
