 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 Seiten
...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 ! — 16 17 'e' 'ang. boH yabvetlh. Hub'eghbe'law' tlqvetlh. QIp Sovvetlh, 'ej DuSaQDaq Dub'eghQo1.... | |
 | Stanley Wells - 2003 - 494 Seiten
...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... | |
 | Howard Riell - 2002 - 561 Seiten
...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...appetite had grown By what it fed on: and yet, within a monthLet me not think on't— Frailty, thy name is woman!— A little month, or ere those shoes were... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 214 Seiten
...Heaven and earth, Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown 145 By what it fed on; and yet within a month — Let...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — 150 O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 Seiten
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother HO That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...would hang on him As if increase of appetite had grown REG1NA Non far sprecare a tua madre le sue preghiere, Amleto. Ti prego, rimani con noi. Non andare... | |
 | Henk de Berg - 2004 - 178 Seiten
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not bcteem 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 — () God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 Seiten
...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...grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, — 145 Let me not think on't! — Frailty, thy name is woman! — A little month, or e'er those shoes... | |
 | R. Clifton Spargo - 2004 - 338 Seiten
...Conversely, Hamlet accuses his mother not of having failed to mourn, but of having mourned too quickly: . . . and yet within a month — Let me not think on't;...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 Seiten
...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 —...little 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... | |
 | Helen Deutsch - 2005 - 337 Seiten
...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...me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman! — Hamlet, 1.2.139-46 My first two epigraphs invoke a guilty curiosity that emerges at the intersection... | |
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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,... 
