 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 412 pàgines
...child. Connt. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off' her Head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord, my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 632 pàgines
...child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son! My life,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 488 pàgines
...child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort9 than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-dress. When... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 480 pàgines
...child. Const. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...well : had you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort8 than you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off' her head-dress. When... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 432 pàgines
...child. Const. Grief fills the room up of .my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-dress, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 346 pàgines
...grief. Const. He talks to me, that never had a son. K. Phi. You are as fond of grief, as of your child. Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out...not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing off her head-dress. When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life,... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pàgines
...child. Con. Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, When there is such disorder in my wit. O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My life, my joy, my... | |
 | Elizabeth Inchbald - 1808 - 418 pàgines
...with me; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stufl's out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have...you do. — I will not keep this form upon my head, AVhi n there is such disorder in my wit." O lord ! my boy, my Arthur, my fair son ! My lite, my joy,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1810 - 458 pàgines
...squally happy ; but they only serve'to shuw how difficult it is to maintain the pathetie long. JOHNS. Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers...you such a loss as I, I could give better comfort* thau you do.— I will not keep this form upon my head, [Tearing- off her head-dress. When there is... | |
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Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form ; Then, have I reason to be fond... 
