 | Murray Cox - 1992 - 312 pągines
...the exchanges with Rosencrantz and Gildenstern were quite potent there. This speech was amazing too: 'O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1992 - 196 pągines
...530 You are welcome to Elsinore. Good my lord. [Exeunt Rosencrantz and Guildenstem. Ay, so, God buy you! Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave...force his soul so to his own conceit That from her working59 all his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, A broken voice, and his... | |
 | Angela Partington - 1992 - 1098 pągines
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 | Angela Partington - 1992 - 1098 pągines
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 | Lars Engle - 1993 - 284 pągines
...incapacity to force his soul to his conceit. This particular case deserves more detailed discussion. O what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous...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... | |
 | Meredith Anne Skura - 1993 - 348 pągines
...legitimate. Hamlet, even while being affected by the performance, condemns the player's perverse achievement: 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... | |
 | Carrie Goldstein - 1994 - 186 pągines
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 | Richard Courtney - 1995 - 274 pągines
...and the tragedy is back on course. "Now I am alone," says Hamlet. It is a long time since he was so. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...his own conceit That from her working all his visage wanned ... (546-551) "This player here": Burbage gestures to where he has performed. He re-plays it... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 pągines
...own self be true, And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man. 19 O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not...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... | |
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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 aspect, A broken voice,... 
