 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
 | Thierry Hentsch - 2004 - 420 sayfa
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 | Heinrich F. Plett - 2004 - 600 sayfa
...After the rehearsal has taken place, Hamlet explains why the first player's performance was so perfect: 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, and his whole function suiting With forms to his conceit? And all for... | |
 | Kathy Elgin - 2005 - 40 sayfa
...in this way. In the floor of the stage was a trap-door, through which devils or ghosts could appear. Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd. HAMLET, ACT 2, SCENE 2 but: only concert: thing he was imagining visage: face wann'd: went pale ft... | |
 | John Gibson, Wolfgang Huemer - 2004 - 372 sayfa
...struck by the discrepancy between the mere artor's histrionic intensity and his own culpable passivity: O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working a1l his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distrartion in 's aspect,... | |
 | Alan Shepard, Stephen David Powell Powell - 2004 - 324 sayfa
...gaze when he has Hamlet, after one of the players recites a speech for him, play the drama critic: O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage wanned. Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect,... | |
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 | William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 sayfa
...welcome to Elsinore. 530 ROSENC'Z Good my lord. [they take their leave HAMLET Ay, so, God bye to you! Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave...his 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... | |
 | Stef Craps - 2005 - 252 sayfa
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