 | John O'Meara - 1991 - 120 oldal
...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...had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month — why she, even she — O God! ................................................................................. | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 196 oldal
...a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...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... | |
 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 oldal
...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...on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't . . . (1.2.139-46) This image of parental love is so satisfying to Hamlet in part because it seems... | |
 | Julia Reinhard Lupton, Kenneth Reinhard - 1993 - 290 oldal
...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...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd... | |
 | Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 100 oldal
...nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, Within a month — Let me not think on't; frailty,...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, she married with my uncle, My father's brother,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 oldal
...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...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 discourse... | |
 | John Russell - 1995 - 260 oldal
..."Heaven and earth, / Must I remember?" the young prince of Denmark rhetorically and angrily asks himself: Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...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... | |
 | 1996 - 264 oldal
...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...Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman He turns to face away from the door. HAMLET (continuing) A little month, or ere those shoes were old... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 132 oldal
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, no That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on, and yet, within a month — us Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were... | |
 | Interdisciplinary Group for Historical Literary Study - 1996 - 414 oldal
...Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead — nay, not so much, not two — Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, they name is woman — (1.2.135-46) Grief over his father's death is overlaid and supplanted by obsessive... | |
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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,... 
