 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...rogue and peasant slave am I ! I« it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in n dream of passion. Could force his soul so to his own...his visage wann'd ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in'» aspect, Л broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit ? And all for... | |
 | 1824 - 496 sider
...deficiency in this respect, he never could attain any eminence in it himself. " Is it not monstrous, that this player here, " But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, " Could force his soul so to hie own conceit, " That from her working, all his visage wanned, " Tears in his eyes, distraction in... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 512 sider
...ii .ri „ O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, Uut in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit. With forms to his conceit ? And all for nothing! Vor Hecuba ! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 486 sider
...slave am I! Is it nor monstrous, that this player here, But in a action, in a dream of passion, Gould force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working all his visage v/anuM ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole fonction suiting... | |
 | 1825 - 726 sider
...did fell Without just weigbt to ballance it w'hall.* • What saith the Actor's immortal Tutor? • this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broke.-, voice, and his whole function suiting With forme to his conceit .' 1335.]... | |
 | Albert Picket - 1825 - 272 sider
...sure speak to my wife. Vexation. O win ra 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 warm'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect. A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | 1825 - 970 sider
...did fall Without just weight to ballance it w'hall.* • What saith the Actor's immortal Tutor? • this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of...to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his viiag« wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 sider
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 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 540 sider
...good 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...conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd 70 ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 554 sider
...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 wann'd70; 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... 
