 | William Shakespeare, William Harness - 1830 - 638 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage vvann'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1831 - 528 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her workine, all his visage wann'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 534 стор.
...good bye to you ; — now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1836 - 624 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 стор.
...so, good bye you 8. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd9;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 стор.
...so, good bye you 8. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd9;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 стор.
...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 in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 стор.
...so, good bye you. — Now I am alone. O , what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous , that this player here , But in a fiction , in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit , That, from her working , all his visage wann'd... | |
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I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But... 
