 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 páginas
...piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To fpeak of horrors ; thus he comes before mej Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord, I do not know : But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.. What faid he ? Opb. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard j Then goes be to the length of all his arm;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 páginas
...exctpt C, infcrt(i«i t All bnt tP. and 'J.fowiag. befuiitt. k Th« fo'f and R, r;ad cb^m'ur. Pel. 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, m and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1771 - 382 páginas
...purport, As if he had been loofed out of hell, To fpeak of horrors ; thus he comes before m«« Pel. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord, I do not know : But truly I do fear it. Pol. What laid he ? Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1772 - 370 páginas
...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 he to the length of all his arm:... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 476 páginas
...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) bisjiockings foul'd, ,' IJngerter'd,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 páginas
...his head ; his stockings 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...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,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 304 páginas
...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 goes he to the length of... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 páginas
...unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 páginas
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 páginas
...all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? ' — in yourself.] In your own person , not... | |
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Pale as his shirt, his 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 comes before me. 
