 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...knocking cadi other ; And viüi я look so piteous in purport. * A1r*«Jy H»Qfia( down .mr.l. hkt frti Pol. Mad fur thy luvet Oft/i. My lord, I do nut knuw ; Bllt, truly, I du l ii it. /'.'.'. What .11.1... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1832 - 530 páginas
...heaven ? OPH. My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber,J Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;W Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if... | |
 | 1833 - 360 páginas
...closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbraced, No hat upon his head, his stockings fouPd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle, Pale as his...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And falls to... | |
 | 1833 - 1034 páginas
...heaven ? Ophelia. My lord ! as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet with his doublet all unbraced, No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd and down-gyved to his ankles, Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other. And with a look so piteous in purport, As... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 páginas
...heaven ? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd,...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. ' What said he?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 páginas
...unbraced ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings fouled, Ungartered and down-gyved ' to his ankle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. " What said he... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 522 páginas
...heaven ? Oph. Mv lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd,...been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comee before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1838 - 484 páginas
...with his doublet all unbraced; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved1 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And, with his... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 480 páginas
...i. 1. * Appeared. 6 As I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbraced ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And, with his... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Thomas Price - 1839 - 478 páginas
...his doublet all unbraced ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd and down-'gy ved* to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And, with his... | |
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Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. 
