 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 страници
...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 ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 страници
...king, that was, to this, Hyperion 2 to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteeme 3 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...on : and yet, within a month, — Let me not think on *t : — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 страници
..., That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Most I remember? why , she would hang on him , As if increase...on ; and yet, within a month , — Let me not think on 't. — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old , With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 страници
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem Like Niobe, all tears ; — why she, even she, Cj God ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason, \\... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 страници
...king; that was, to this, Hyperion 5 to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on. And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't;—Frailty, thy name is woman!— 1 The quarto of 1603 roads :— " The rouse the king shall drink... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 страници
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : yet, within a month, With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 страници
...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, even she, — O heaven ! a beast, that wants discourse of reason,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 страници
...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, — 0 Heaven ! a... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 страници
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion 5 to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might riot beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman !— 1 The quarto of 1603 reads :— " The rouse the king shall drink unto the prince." A rouse appears... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 страници
...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 wo man! — • A little month; or ere those shoes were old, With which she follow'd my poor father's... | |
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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,... 
