 I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But...  The Monthly Epitome - Página 931802Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 páginas
...so, God he 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 passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, * Is it not monstrous, that this player here,]... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 páginas
...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 passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, • /» it not monstrons, that this player here,]... | |
 | John Walker - 1810 - 394 páginas
...remorse. Vexation at neglecting one's duty. 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 so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd,... | |
 | 1811 - 530 páginas
...scullion! Fie upon't! foh! And further, O, what a rogue and peasant slave am 1! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage warm'd; Tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 páginas
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 páginas
...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 passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ;... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 páginas
...circumstances, to have it strengthened. . Oh, what a rogue and peasant slave ara I ! Js it not monstrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his sunl so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 414 páginas
...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 passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 páginas
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 páginas
...Ay. so, adieu, and — 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 passion, Could force his soul to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ; Tears... | |
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