 | 1849 - 490 pàgines
...über. Camlet felbß fagt unô, »a« ib,n fo enegt fyat; со fft bie 2ßarme, ju ber This player here Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That,...his visage wann'd« Tears in his eyes, distraction ins aspect A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to bis conceit. . . . , • Darauô... | |
 | John Campbell Baron Campbell - 1846 - 708 pàgines
...inferior to those of the player in Hamlet, who — " But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could form his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit." Some say that... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pàgines
...welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord. [Exeunt ROSEJÍCRAJÍTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Ham. Ay, so, good bye n May read strange matters : to beguile the time, Look like the time; bear his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? and all for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 pàgines
...lord ! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDEN8TERN. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous,...his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspdct, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 pàgines
...are welcome to Elsinore. 1 Play. Ay, my lord. Ros. Good my lord ! Ham. Ay, so, good bye to you;—now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!...own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned;' [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN. Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, With forms... | |
 | 1849 - 608 pàgines
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 | 1849 - 598 pàgines
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 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 pàgines
...every thing is left at six and seven RicltarJ II XXXVI VEXATION AT NEGLECTING ONE'S DUTI. OH, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous,...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit. And all for nothing... | |
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I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But... 
