 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 Seiten
...bye to you ; — now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ; ' 1 The folio reads warmed, which reading Steevens contended for ; but surely no one can doubt,... | |
 | Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - 1840 - 350 Seiten
...speak it ! " 0 what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! la it not monstrous that this player here, Bat in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his...own conceit, That from her working all his visage warm'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 Seiten
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of...own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 Seiten
...good bye you 8. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd9; Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 Seiten
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of...own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 Seiten
...good bye you 8. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd9; Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 Seiten
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 Seiten
...good bye you. — Now I am alone. O , what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous , that this player here , But in a fiction , in a dream of...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 Seiten
...bye to you. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 'a aspect, A oroken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? — and all... | |
 | John Goldsbury, William Russell - 1844 - 444 Seiten
...Is it not M&NSTROUS that this player here, [». *.] But in a. fiction, a DREAM of passion, [a. q.] Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage w&nned, Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken v6ice, and his whole function suiting... | |
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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... 
