 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 590 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; 5 But, being... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1823 - 372 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak 1 Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers • How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 422 страници
...Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! * 'Tis all in all, and all in every part. f Child, offspring. King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane : But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1824 - 882 страници
...'tis you speak? Fal. My king ; my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, oldmun. refore we will disperseourselves : farewell have long dream'd of such a kind of mail, So surfeil-swell'd, so old, and so profane j But, being awake,... | |
 | British poets - 1824 - 676 страници
...history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing. I know thee not, old man : fall to thy prayers : How ill white hairs beco.iie a fool and jester ! Youth no less becomes The light and careless livery that it wears, Than... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1825 - 508 страници
...your trite? know you what 'tis yon speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove '. I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man -. Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, 3o surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 602 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; 5 But, being... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 558 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane4; 2 A similar scene... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1826 - 560 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak ? Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane4; 2 A similar scene... | |
 | William Shakespeare, George Steevens - 1829 - 506 страници
...your wits ? know you what 'tis you speak 7 Fal. My king ! my Jove ! I speak to thee, my heart ! King. I know thee not, old man : Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swcll'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake,... | |
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I know thee not, old man: Fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool, and jester! 
