 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1999 - 324 pages
...discourse of reason 150 Would have mourned longer - married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules - within...unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, 15$ She married. Oh most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets. It is not,... | |
 | Rebecca Abrams - Family & Relationships - 1999 - 218 pages
...other embarks on a new sexual relationship are powerfully evoked. Hamlet rages about his mother: . . . within a month, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous...her galled eyes, She married. O! most wicked speed . . . He makes the common mistake of the young in minking older people incapable of sexual desire.... | |
 | Vennelaṇṭi Prakāśam - Culture - 1999 - 186 pages
...Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galle d eyes. She married. 0 most wicked speed ... to post With such dexterity...sheets: It is not, nor it cannot come to good, But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue (1.2: 129-158) iii. My father's spirit, in arms! All is not... | |
 | John Sutherland, Cedric Watts - Literary recreations - 2000 - 244 pages
...wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd longer — married with my uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules; within...her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed . . . (1.2.146-56) In the play scene, putting on his antic disposition, Hamlet observes to Ophelia... | |
 | Bruce R. Smith - Literary Criticism - 2000 - 194 pages
...discourse of reason Would have mourned longer! — married with mine uncle, My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules; within...salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing of her galled eyes, She married. (1.2.143-56) In Davenant's revision Hamlet's mind, and his syntax,... | |
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Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Had left the flushing in her galled eyes, She married. O most wicked speed, to post With such dexterity to incestuous sheets, It is not nor it cannot come to good; But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue! 
