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
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K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 313 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, — 145 Let me not think on't! — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or e'er those shoes...
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R. Clifton Spargo - 2004 - 314 страници
...to mourn, but of having mourned too quickly: . . . 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 my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants...