 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pagina’s
...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 by... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pagina’s
...all unbrac'd; No hat upon bis head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved13 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; Bat, truly, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 pagina’s
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle, Pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, — He comes before me. ^ Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; ~ But, truly, I do fear it. r Pol. What said he? ; Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 pagina’s
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;9 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 ? Ofih. My lord, I do not know; But, truly,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 pagina’s
...unhrac'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;...And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had heen loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes hefore me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Ofih.... | |
 | 1811 - 530 pagina’s
...doublet all unbrac'd; No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, UngarterM, 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 - 1811 - 498 pagina’s
...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 by... | |
 | William Richardson - 1812 - 468 pagina’s
...And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been liosed out of hell, To speak of horrors ; he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord,...he ? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard j Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And, with his other hand, thus o'er his brow, He falls... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 666 pagina’s
...unbraced, No hat upon his head, his stockings loose, (41) Ungartered, and down-gyred 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 ; thus he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My Lord, I do not know : But truly... | |
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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. 
