 That it should come to this! But two months dead: nay, not so much, not two: So excellent a king; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.  Shakespeare's Hamlet - Pagina 55door William Shakespeare - 1903 - 274 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1817 - 340 pagina’s
...King ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month ! Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is Woman... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 378 pagina’s
...king ; that was, to this, Hyperion * to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he miglit notbeteem 3 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on 't ; — Frailty, thy name is... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 348 pagina’s
...this ! But two months dead !—nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr :* so loving to my mother, That...not beteem the winds of heaven' Visit her face too rougbly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 646 pagina’s
...a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not heteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman... | |
 | Thomas Ewing - 1819 - 448 pagina’s
...excellent a king ! that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he would not let the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. —...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : yet, within a month, — Let me not think — Frailty, thy name is woman ! A little... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1819 - 502 pagina’s
...that was, to this, Hyperion to a satyr: (47) so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem (48) the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.' 49 ' And yet, within a month,— Let me not think on't; — Frailty, thy name is... | |
 | James Ferguson - 1819 - 348 pagina’s
...to this, That he might not let e'en the winds of Heaven Hyperion to asatyr: so loving to my mother, Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : and yet, within a month! Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819 - 424 pagina’s
...my mother, That he permitted not the winds of heav'n Visit her face too roughly. Heav'n and earth 1 Must I remember — why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on : yet, within a month Let me not think— Frailty, thy name is Woman ! A little month!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 588 pagina’s
...two months dead! — Nay, not so much, not two : So excellent a king ; that was, to this, Hyperion If to a satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might...heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth I Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1821 - 560 pagina’s
...heaven " Visit her face too roughly." Beteene is a corruption without doubt, but not so inveterate a Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, one, but that, by the change of a single letter, and the separation of two words mistakenly jumbled... | |
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