 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 558 páginas
...God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't! 0,fie! 'tis an unweeded garden , That grows to seed; things...Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month; or e'er those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; —... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1868 - 554 páginas
...unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't ! O , fie ! 'tis an un weeded gardeu , That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature...Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month; or e'er those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; —... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 páginas
...much, not two — So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit...had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month — 145 Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 páginas
...God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world. Fie on't! ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things...poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears; why she — O God ! a beast that wants discourse of reason, Would have mourn'd longer — married with my uncle,... | |
 | Norman Austin - 2010 - 280 páginas
...Hyperion to a satyr. (I.ii.139ff.) He remembers the flawless love between his father and mother— so loving to my mother. That he might not beteem the...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on—. Should we doubt this son's idyllic memory of his parent's matrimonial concord? Even mindful of the... | |
 | John O'Meara - 1991 - 120 páginas
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! Ah, fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things...had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month — why she, even she — O God! ................................................................................. | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 196 páginas
...not two — So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants... | |
 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 páginas
...danger. Even Hamlet's attempt to imagine a protective father in the soliloquy returns him to this danger: So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to...on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't . . . (1.2.139-46) This image of parental love is so satisfying to Hamlet in part because it seems... | |
 | Julia Reinhard Lupton, Kenneth Reinhard - 1993 - 290 páginas
...God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things...father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer — married with my uncle,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 páginas
...How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she O God, a beast that wants discourse... | |
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That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two. So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem... 
