 | William Shakespeare - 1856
...mope.10 O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones,11 To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in...frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.12 Queen. O, Hamlet ! speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see... | |
 | C. Soames - 1856 - 48 páginas
...shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou can'st nmtinc in a matron's bones, To naming youth let virtue be as wax,— And melt in her own...itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will; which is hardly at all more violent in reprehension than the terms lie applies to the Queen before... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 272 páginas
...sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. | O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellious hell, 150 If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen. 0 Hamlet! speak no more! Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black and grained... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...compulsive ardor gives the charge ; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders well. Queen. O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine...such black and grained spots. As will not leave their tinct. Ham. Nay, but to live In the rank sweat of an enseamed bed ; Stew'd in corruption ; honeying,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857
...sickly part of one true sense, Could not so mope. 0 shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...her own fire : proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardor gives the charge ; Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Queen.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858
...shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, " If thou canst mutine ' in a matron's bones, To naming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire...actively doth burn, And reason panders will '. Queen. Oh Hamlet ! speak no more. Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860
...sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...such black and grained spots, As will not leave their tinct. Enter Ghost. Ham. Save me, and hover o'er me with your wings, You heavenly guards!—What would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 160 páginas
...sickly part of one true sense Could not so mope. O shame ! where is thy blush ? Rebellious hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming...itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will. Qiteen. O Hamlet, speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul; And there I see such black... | |
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