 | William Shakespeare - 2001 - 1362 oldal
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 | George Wilson Knight - 2002 - 396 oldal
...himself to tutor his elders in the ways of purity : O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...itself as actively doth burn And reason panders will. (in. iv. 82) The time is out of joint and the age-youth sequence reversed. So trivial are Polonius'... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 350 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 oldal
...sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth bum, And reason panders will. QUEEN O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turnest mine eyes into my very soul,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 214 oldal
...Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax 85 And melt in her own fire; proclaim no shame When the...will. Queen O Hamlet, speak no more. Thou turn'st my eyes into my very soul, 90 And there I see such black and grained spots As will not leave their... | |
 | Robert L. Short - 2002 - 340 oldal
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 | Anton Chekhov - 2002 - 420 oldal
...dear son, when does it begin? TREPLYOV: In a minute. Patience please. ARKADINA [quoting from Hamlet]: 'O Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into...such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct.' TREPLYOV [quoting from Hamlet]: 'Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew'd... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2002 - 316 oldal
...be given its ill-received first performance, Arkadina quotes the instantly recognizable lines: Oh, Hamlet, speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into...such black and grained spots As will not leave their tinct. To which Konstantin, taking up the allusion, replies: And let me wring your heart, for so I... | |
 | David Bevington - 2002 - 205 oldal
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O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth... 
