 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 str.
...good bye to you. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit. That, from her working, all his visage wann'd... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 398 str.
...or praistt but as one leads the other. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction. In a dream of passion. Could force his soul so to his own conceit. That from her working, all his visage warro'd,... | |
 | 1868 - 844 str.
...Most of what has just been said applies with special force to the lierformers. " Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wann'd ;... | |
 | 1845 - 840 str.
...players had left him, Hamlet said : — " Oh what a rogue and peasant slave am I '. Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working all his visage wann'd ;... | |
 | C. P. Bronson - 1845 - 330 str.
...or praise, but as one leads the other. О what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous, that this player here. But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage warm'd,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 str.
...so, good bye you. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 str.
...XXXVI VEXATION AT NEGLECTING ONE'S DUTI. OH, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 str.
...good bye to you ;— -now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 712 str.
...good bye to you ; — now I am alone. 0, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 str.
...good bye to you ; — now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous, that this player here, But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit, That from her working, all his visage wanned ;... | |
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I'll leave you till night; you are welcome to Elsinore. Ros. Good my lord ! [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Giiildenstern. Ham. Ay, so, God be wi' ye :—Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and 'peasant slave am I ! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But... 
