 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 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 ? Oph.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 554 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. Pot Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol What said he ? Oph,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 páginas
...God ? Oph. My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd"; out. All. A heavy sight ! Ant. I am dying, Egypt,...mo speak ; and let me rail so high, That the false be had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love... | |
 | 1848 - 650 páginas
...her father : My Lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, — with hU 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, — He comes before me. POLONIUS. Mad for... | |
 | Sir Edward Strachey - 1848 - 116 páginas
...her. Oph. My lord, as I was sewing1 in my chamber, 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 - 1848 - 536 páginas
...all 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;...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors,—he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? But, truly, I do fear it. Oph. My lord, I do... | |
 | Nicolás Fernández de Moratín - 1850 - 692 páginas
...stokingsfoul'd, Ungarlerd, and down-gyved lo bis ancle; Palé as his sbirl; bis kneesknocking each olber; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of borrors,—he comes beforeme. POLONIUS. Mad for thy love? OPI1ELIA My lord, 1 do not know; But, truly,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 páginas
...unbraced ; oSTo hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungartertl, and down-gyved t 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 - 1851 - 602 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 - 1851 - 712 páginas
...all 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? Oph.... | |
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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. 
