 | John O'Meara - 1991 - 112 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...had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month — why she, even she — O God! ................................................................................. | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 138 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...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... | |
 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 379 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...on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't . . . (1.2.139-46) This image of parental love is so satisfying to Hamlet in part because it seems... | |
 | Julia Reinhard Lupton, Lupton Julia Einhard, Kenneth Reinhard - 1993 - 267 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...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd... | |
 | Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 91 páginas
...nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, Within a month — Let me not think on't; frailty,...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, she married with my uncle, My father's brother,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 128 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 discourse... | |
 | John Russell - 1995 - 246 páginas
..."Heaven and earth, / Must I remember?" the young prince of Denmark rhetorically and angrily asks himself: Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Russell Jackson - 1996 - 208 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 He turns to face away from the door. HAMLET (continuing) A little month, or ere those shoes were old... | |
 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 865 páginas
...to that subject, and the tensions within leave him stumbling over his own thoughts: Why, she should hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 101 páginas
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, no That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on, and yet, within a month — us Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were... | |
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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,... 
