 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 стор.
...with a look fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To fpeak of horrors ; thus he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord, I do not know: But truly I do fear it. Pol. What f:iid he ? Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard; Then goes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 стор.
...with a look fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To fpeak of horrors ; thus he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord, I do not know: But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What faid he ? Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard ; (15)... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 стор.
...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 in purport, As if he had...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 - 1800 - 304 стор.
...each other; And with a look, fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of helj. To fpeak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. fol. What faid he i Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard j Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 стор.
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 стор.
...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...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...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; But, truly, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 стор.
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;,.. And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...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 ; But, truly, I do fear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 стор.
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved13 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; Bat, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 стор.
...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...Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he ? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then... | |
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He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. 
