 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - Liczba stron: 522
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down -gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt ; hts knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he conies before me. Pol. Mad for thy lbi e ? «;o Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - Liczba stron: 304
...each other; And with a look, fo piteous in purport, As if he had been loofed out of helj. To fpeak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. fol. What faid he i Oph. He took me by the wrift, and held me hard j Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - Liczba stron: 446
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - Liczba stron: 642
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard; Then goes... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Liczba stron: 486
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? ' — in yourself.] In your own person , not by spies. Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - Liczba stron: 486
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;,.. And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? ? in yourself."] In your own person, not by spies. Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - Liczba stron: 420
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved13 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; Bat, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - Liczba stron: 374
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he ? Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard ; Then... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - Liczba stron: 484
...foul'd, Ungarler'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;6 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had...horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Ofth. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. ' What said he ? Oph. He took me by the... | |
 | 1811 - Liczba stron: 530
...stockings foul'd, UngarterM, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look, so piteous in purport, As if he had...Pol. Mad for thy love! Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol. What said he! Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard: Then goes... | |
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He took me by the wrist and held me hard ; Then goes he to the length of all his arm, And with his other hand thus o'er his brow, He falls to such perusal of my face As he would draw it. 
