 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 oldal
...his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down -gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt ; hts knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous...been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he conies before me. Pol. Mad for thy lbi e ? «;o Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 oldal
...unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 oldal
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 oldal
...all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? ' — in yourself.] In your own person , not by spies. Oph. My lord, I do not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 oldal
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;,.....hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? ? in yourself."] In your own person, not by spies. Oph. My lord, I do not know... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 oldal
...all unbrac'd; No hat upon bis head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved13 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; Bat, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 oldal
...all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he ?... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 oldal
...unbrac'd; s'o hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Jngarter'd, and down-gyved 6 to his ancle; 'ale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, Vs if he had been loosed out of hell, !'o speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 oldal
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;9 Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Ofih. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. ' What said he?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 oldal
...unhrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;• Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had heen loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes hefore me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Ofih.... | |
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Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. 
