 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...all unbraced ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings fouled, Ungartered, and down-gyved to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other;...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Op1i. My lord, I do not know ; But truly I... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 554 pages
...unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd , Ungarter'd , and down-gyved to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...As if he had been loosed out of hell , To speak of horrors, — he conies before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord , I do not know ; But , truly... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1844 - 364 pages
...; his knees knocking each other ; 1 In your own person, not by spies. : Hanging down like fetters. And with a look so piteous in purport. As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors ; — he comes before me. Po. Mad for thy love ? Opk. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly,... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English literature - 1845 - 510 pages
...so piteous, As if he had been sent from hell To speak of horrors, thus he comes before me. Pokmius. Mad for thy love ! Oph. My lord, I do not know; But truly I do fear it. Pol. What said he'? Op/i. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard. Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And with... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - American literature - 1846 - 432 pages
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord I do not know ; But truly I do... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 pages
...all unbrac'd"; No hat upon his head ; his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ; e speak a little. Cleo. No, let mo speak ; and let me rail so high, That the false be had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1848 - 536 pages
...all unbraced; No hat upon his head; his stockings fouled, Ungartered and down-gyved* to his ankle ; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other;...horrors,—he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? But, truly, I do fear it. Oph. My lord, I do not know; Pol. ' What said he ? Oph. He took me by the... | |
 | Sir Edward Strachey - 1848 - 116 pages
...all unbrac'd ; No hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other...As if he had been loosed out of hell,* To speak of horrors,— he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But truly I do... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1849 - 290 pages
...so piteous, As if he had been sent from hell To speak of horrors, thus he comes before me. Polonins. Mad for thy love ! Oph. My lord, I do not know, But truly I do fear it. Pol. What said he 1 Oph. He took me by the wrist, and held me hard. Then goes he to the length of all his arm ; And with... | |
 | Nicolás Fernández de Moratín - 1850 - 692 pages
...stokingsfoul'd, Ungarlerd, and down-gyved lo bis ancle; Palé as his sbirl; bis kneesknocking each olber; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of borrors,—he comes beforeme. POLONIUS. Mad for thy love? OPI1ELIA My lord, 1 do not know; But, truly,... | |
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Pale as his shirt, his 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 comes before me. 
