 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 148 páginas
...king, that was to this 140 Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother 141 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body 149 Like Niobe, all tears, why she 150 O God, a beast that wants discourse... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 páginas
...excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 16 17 'e' 'ang. boH yabvetlh. Hub'eghbe'law' tlqvetlh. QIp Sovvetlh, 'ej DuSaQDaq Dub'eghQo1.... | |
 | Stanley Wells, Professor of Shakespeare Studies Stanley Wells - 2003 - 442 páginas
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly! Heaven...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... | |
 | Howard Riell - 2002 - 284 páginas
...excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a monthLet me not think on't— Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little month, or ere those shoes were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 178 páginas
...Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown 145 By what it fed on; and yet within a month — Let...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — 150 O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 320 páginas
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother HO That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown REG1NA Non far sprecare a tua madre le sue preghiere, Amleto. Ti prego, rimani con noi. Non andare... | |
 | Henk de Berg - 2004 - 155 páginas
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not bcteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — () God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 313 páginas
...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 her face too roughly. Heaven...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 e'er those shoes... | |
 | R. Clifton Spargo - 2004 - 314 páginas
...Conversely, Hamlet accuses his mother not of having failed to mourn, but of having mourned too quickly: . . . and yet within a month — Let me not think on't;...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 896 páginas
...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 her face too roughly —...little 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... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty,... 
