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 thy... Shakespeare's Hamlet, herausg. von K. Elze - Страница 11по William Shakespeare - 1857 - 272 странициПълен достъп - Информация за книгата
| Maurice Charney - 2000 - 258 страници
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| William Shakespeare - 2002 - 214 страници
...increase of appetite had grown 145 By what it fed on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or...father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — 150 O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer — married with my... | |
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| Stanley Wells - 2003 - 494 страници
...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, thy name is woman A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed... | |
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| William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 страници
...on't. Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or e'er those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she,...she 0 God, a beast that wants discourse of reason uo Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father... | |
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