 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would 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...  The Dramatic Works of William Shakspeare - Strana 420autor/autoři: William Shakespeare - 1824Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | James Sheridan Knowles - 1873 - 256 str.
...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. Heaven...it fed on ; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty thy name is woman ! — A little month, or ere those shoes were old, With which... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1903 - 300 str.
...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. Heaven...appetite had grown By what it fed on ; and yet, within a monthLet me not think on 't — Frailty, thy name is woman I A little month, or ere those shoes were... | |
 | Styan - 1965 - 168 str.
...Faustus is carried off * The soliloquy continues : so loving to my mother, That he might not betecm the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...what it fed on; and yet within a month! Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or ere those shoes were old, With which she... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1980 - 388 str.
...a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...what it fed on. And yet within a month Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or e'er those shoes were old With which she... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - 1987 - 232 str.
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month — 145 Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - 1990 - 232 str.
...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. Heaven...it fed on; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
 | Norman Austin - 2010 - 280 str.
...the flawless love between his father and mother— so loving to my mother. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on—. Should we doubt this son's idyllic memory of his parent's matrimonial concord? Even mindful of the... | |
 | John O'Meara - 1991 - 120 str.
...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. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month — why she, even she — O God! ................................................................................. | |
 | Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 str.
...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. Heaven...what it fed on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't . . . (1.2.139-46) This image of parental love is so satisfying to Hamlet in part because... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 196 str.
...a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...what it fed on, and yet within a month — Let me not think on't: frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
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