 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 Seiten
...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 vvann'd ;h Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 522 Seiten
...am alone. O, what a Vogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, Dut in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his...conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tear» in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Л broken voice, and his whole function suiting With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 Seiten
...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...force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her workine, all his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 Seiten
...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...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 - 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... | |
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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... 
