 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 str.
...[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy8 seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It -spills itself in fearing to be spilt. v Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ? Queen. How now,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 str.
...[Exit Horatio. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter Horatio, with Ophelia. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:7 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Whereis the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 str.
...HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seerris-prologue to some great amiss:7 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Of1k. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 str.
...[£r»Y Horatio. Xo my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself, in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, wif A OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 str.
...[Exit HORATIO. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, £ach toy seems prologue to some great amiss : So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, and OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark ? Queen. How now, Ophelia... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 str.
...[Exit HoB?. To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:s So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills, itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HoRATIo, with OPHELIA. Ofth. Where is the beauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How now, Ophelia?... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 470 str.
...[Exik HOR, To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:8 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills, itself in fearing to he spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Ofth. Where is the heauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 476 str.
...[Exit Ho». To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:s So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills, itself in fearing to he spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Ofih. Where is the heauteous majesty of Denmark? Queen. How... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 str.
...[.E.rzY HORATIO. To my. sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss:7 So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. Re-enter HORATIO, with OPHELIA. Oph. Where is the beauteous majestyof Denmark ? Queen. How now, Ophelia... | |
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To my sick soul, as sin's true nature is, Each toy seems prologue to some great amiss: * So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt. 
