 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 стор.
...Ham. Ay fb, good b' w'ye: Now I am alone. O what a Rogue and Peafant Slave am 1 1 Is it not rnonftrous that this Player here, But in a Fiction, in a Dream of Paflion, Could force his Soul fo to his whoie Conceit, That from her working, all his Vifage warm'd... | |
 | Edward Bysshe - 1710 - 620 стор.
...are ready in their Offices, At any Time to grace my Stratagems. Si/ii. Rich J. Is it not monftrous that this Player here, But in a Fiction, in a Dream of Paflion, Could force his Soul fo to his whole Conceit, That from her Working all his Vifage warm'd... | |
 | Thomas Hayward - 1738 - 324 стор.
...muft boldly be maintained. f^^-f' anf Sucklings Brenturalt. •Z-*&330 PLATER. Is it not monftrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of paftion, Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his vifage wann'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1740 - 440 стор.
...Ay, fo, God b' w' ye : BOW I am along. Oh, what a rogue and peafant flave am I ! Is it not monftrous that this Player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of paffion, Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his vifage warm'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 стор.
...Ay fo, God b' w' ye : now I am alone. Oh what a rogue and peafant flave am I ? Is it not monftrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of pafiion, » Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, That from her working, all his vifage warm'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 478 стор.
...fo, God b' w' ye : now I am alone. Oh, what a rogue and peafant flave am I ! " Is it not rnonilrous that this Player here, " But in a fiction, in a dream of paffion, " Could force his foul fb to his own conceit, " That, from her working, * all his vifage wan'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1747 - 324 стор.
...fo, God b1 w1 ye : now 1 лгп alone. Oh what a rogue and peafint flave am I ? Js it not monftrous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of pafiion, Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, That from her working, all his vifage warnVd j... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 820 стор.
...Elfinoor. Ros. Good my lord. [Exeunt. Ob, what a rogue and peafcnt flave am I ! Is it not monfl.rous that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of paflion, Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his vifage wan'd :... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 стор.
...fo, God b' w' ye : now 1 am alone. Oh, what a rogue and peafant fl:ive am I ? " Is it not monftrous, that this player here, " But in a fiction, in a dream of paffion, " Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, " That, from her working, all his viiage wan'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 388 стор.
...fo, God b'w'ye: now I am alone. Oh, what a rogue and peafant flave am I ? •' is it not monftrous, that this player here, " But in a fiction, in a dream of paffion, " Could force his foul fo to his own conceit, " That, from her working, all his vifage wan'dj,... | |
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I'll leave you till night: you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' you : — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But... 
