 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!  Shakespeare's Tragedy of Hamlet - Page 15by William Shakespeare - 1895 - 215 lehteFull view - About this book
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 lehte
...much, not two : So excellent a king; that was, to this, .Hyperion to a satyr :9 so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem ' the winds of heaven Visit...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 - 1812 - 414 lehte
...this, Hyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven*3 Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And vet, within a month, — _ L.ct me not think on't ;— (Frailty, thy name is woman !~) A little month... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1812 - 420 lehte
...not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, flyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That he. might not beteem the winds of heaven* Visit...! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As it' increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 lehte
...The emotion grows still more vehement, and overflows the mind with a tide of corresponding images. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite hid grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month — . . Observe too, that Hamlet's indignation... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 350 lehte
...King, that was, to this, (23) Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month ! or ere those... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 lehte
...King, that was, to this, (23) Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on ; yet, within a month, • Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little month! or ere... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1814 - 528 lehte
...much, not two: 8o excellent 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 and earth ! Must l remember? why, she would hang on him., As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 428 lehte
...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 — why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had ^rovra By what it fed on ; yet, within a month Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 lehte
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en 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 ! A little month ! or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 lehte
...:* so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would...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... | |
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