 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 страници
...grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely.4 That it should come to this ! Bat two months dead !: — -nay, not so much, not two...So excellent a 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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 страници
...flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie «n't ! 0 fie ! 'tis an unweedcd c Hyperion0 to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem7 the winds of heaven Visit her... | |
 | Richard Green Parker - 1852 - 380 страници
...is an unweeded garden, That grows to seed ; things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely. 2. That it should come to -this ! But two months dead...excellent a king, that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr ; t so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. 3.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 страници
...His canon 'gainst self-slaughter ! O God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie !...things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely, t That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 страници
...God ! O God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Pie on't ! O fie ! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows...things rank, and gross in nature, Possess it merely, J That it should come to this ! But two months dead ! — nay, not so much, not two : So excellent... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1853 - 542 страници
...His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God ! 0 God ! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world ! Fie on't ! O fie !...Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth ! Must I remember—... | |
 | Interdisciplinary Group for Historical Literary Study - 1996 - 414 страници
...When alone onstage, however, Hamlet immediately reveals that all is not as it seems:37 Fie on't, ah fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things...But two months dead — nay, not so much, not two — Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet within... | |
 | 1996 - 264 страници
...God, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah fie, fie! 'Tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things...nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this The Camera moves with HAMLET down the hall. HAMLET (continuing) But two months dead — nay, not so... | |
 | Henry Sussman - 1997 - 338 страници
...Clod, How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't, ah, fie, 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed. Things...dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king . . . ... so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds ot heaven Visit her face too roughly.... | |
 | Michael A. Morrison - 1997 - 418 страници
...weary, stale, flat and unprofitable/ Seem to me all the uses of this world! (gesture) Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden,/ That grows to seed;...things rank and gross in nature/ Possess it merely" is "a withering declaration . . . replete with the significant uncertainty of the suspicion troubling... | |
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gainst self-slaughter! O God ! O God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! ah fie! 'tis an unweeded garden. That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely. 
