 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 ; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's...  The dramatic works of William Shakspeare - Sayfa 44William Shakespeare tarafından - 1814Tam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Brian Masters - 2000 - 244 sayfa
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 | Gail Holst-Warhaft - 2000 - 252 sayfa
...Afterthoughts 198 Notes 203 References 213 Index 225 The Cue for Passion Introduction: The Theater of Mourning O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for... | |
 | Katherine Eggert - 2000 - 308 sayfa
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 | Harry Guest - 2000 - 486 sayfa
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 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 356 sayfa
...Now I am alone. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, 555 But in a fiction, in a dream of passion, Could force...own conceit, That from her working all his visage wanned; Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | Lawrence Schoen - 2001 - 240 sayfa
...Elsinore. Rosencrantz Good my lord! [Exeunt ROSENCRANTZ and GUILDENSTERN] Hamlet Ay, so, God be wi' ye! Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave...his own conceit That from her working all his visage wan'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting With... | |
 | Dennis Kezar Assistant Professor of English Vanderbilt University - 2001 - 282 sayfa
...with almost clinical interest the "monstrous" rehearsal of an apparently delusional speech-act theory: Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, an' his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for... | |
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