 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 Seiten
...; his knees knocking each other ; 1 In your own person, not by spies. : Hanging down like fetters. And with a look so piteous in purport. As if he had...hell, To speak of horrors ; — he comes before me. Po. Mad for thy love ? Opk. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Po. What said he ? Oph.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 510 Seiten
...Prince Hamlet, with his doublet all unbrac'd, No hat upon his head, his stockings loose, Ungartered, and down-gyved to his ancle, Pale as his shirt, his...knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous, As if he had been sent from hell To speak of horrors, thus he comes before me. Pokmius. Mad for thy... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1845 - 512 Seiten
...unbrac'd, No hat upon his head, his stockings loose, Ungartered, and down-gyved to his ancle, Pale as hii shirt, his knees knocking each other, And with a look so piteous, As if he had been sent from hell To speak of horrors, thus he comes before me. Pulmius. Mad for thy... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 Seiten
...closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ; Pale as...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 Seiten
...closet, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle * ; Pale as...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 Seiten
...chamber, Lord Hamlet, — with his doublet all unbrac'd"; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, gypt, dying : Give me some wine, and let me speak...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 - 602 Seiten
...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 - 586 Seiten
...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 ?... | |
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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. 
