 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 642 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 wann'd70; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | 1826 - 508 Seiten
...Acton, L. Now I ara alone, (c.) 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 into his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction... | |
 | George Daniel, John Cumberland - 1827 - 364 Seiten
...figure ; the semblance of life, not the reaBly. It is recorded that Garrick " But in '.tfii-tioi/, in a dream of passion. Could force his soul so to...own conceit. That, from her working, all his visage varm'd. Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole fuiictiou suiting... | |
 | 1827 - 368 Seiten
...automaton — a wax-work figure ; the semblance of life, not the reality. It is recorded that Garrick " But in a fiction, in a dream of passion. Could force his soul so to his own conceit, Thatj from her working, al] his visage warm'd. Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Dodd - 1827 - 362 Seiten
...fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul to his own conceit. That from her working, ^11 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? And all for nothing! For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1827 - 658 Seiten
...REFLECTIONS ON THE PLAYER AND HIMSELF. 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that thfs player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his souMo his own conceit. That from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1828 - 448 Seiten
...you: — Now I am alone. 0 what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that thls plnyer here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could...from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in hia eyes, distraction in's aspect, A hroken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 820 Seiten
...in love, that the will is infinite, and the execution confined. ShaJapeare. Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his conceit. That, from her working, all his visage waned '. He walks; And that self-chain about his neck,... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 542 Seiten
...— Now I am alone. l ), whal a rogue and peasant sl.ive am I ! I •> it nut monstrous, thai Ihis player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of pas.sion, Could force his soulV) to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction... | |
 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 654 Seiten
...God be wi' you:—Now I am alone. 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ; h Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With... | |
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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... 
