 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 стор.
...galled eyes, She married. — O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good ; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue ! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship ! Ham. I am... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 стор.
...galled eyes, She married. — O, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to good ; But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue ! 1 Intirely. * Apollo. * Suffer. Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MAHCELLUS. Ho. Hail... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 стор.
...galled eyes , She married. — O, most wicked speed , to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not , nor it cannot come to , good ; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue ! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, Hor. Hail to your lordship ! Ham. I am glad to see you... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1847 - 516 стор.
...her gauled eyes, She married Oh, most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets! It is not, nor it cannot come to good. But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue. Hamlet, Act I. Sc. 3. The power of passion to falsify the computation of time... | |
 | 1849 - 636 стор.
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 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 стор.
...she, Married with mine uncle, my father's brother, But no more like my father, than I to Hercules. — It is not, nor it cannot come to good. — But, break my heart, for I must hold my tongue. EXTRACT FROM HAMLET. SHAKSPERE. I HAVE of late, but wherefore I know not, lost... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 стор.
...eyes, — She married. — -O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets ! It is not, nor it cannot come to, good ; But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue ! Enter HORATIO, BERNARDO, and MARCELLUS. Hor. Hail to your lordship ! Ham. I am... | |
 | John Celivergos Zachos - 1851 - 570 стор.
...longer, — married with my uncle. My father's brother ; but no more like my father, Than I to Hercules : It is not. nor it cannot come to good ; But break, my heart ; for I must hold my tongue ! 8HAK8PKARB HAMLET ON HIS OWN IRRESOLUTION. • OH, what a rogue and peasant slave... | |
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... uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules: within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. 
