 | Thomas Clayton - 2002 - 216 Seiten
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 | P. E. Easterling, Edith Hall - 2002 - 550 Seiten
...passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit, That, from her working, all his visage wann'd; Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken...forms to his conceit? And all for nothing? For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her? Hamlet goes on to ask what this... | |
 | Ewan Fernie - 2002 - 298 Seiten
...for a fiction while he can 'say nothing' for a murdered king, but he needs action, not pity or words. 'Is it not monstrous that this player here, / But...passion, / Could force his soul so to his own conceit' (2.2.545-7) reads first as a disgusted condemnation of the kind of synthetic ecstasy he requires to... | |
 | Herbert Blau - 2002 - 378 Seiten
...Karen. Julie is staring over Peter's arm as he holds Denise: JUL: Your sister's dead, Laertes. MAR: Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit . . . JUL: There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1995 - 340 Seiten
...you. Exeunt Rosentrantz and GuHJenstern Now I ara alone.. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am 1 1 Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit 550 That from her working all his visage wanned, , Tears in bis eyes, distraction in his aspect, A... | |
 | John O. Whitney, Tina Packer - 2002 - 321 Seiten
...all have cause. Don't be an auditor. Be an actor. 165 7 Lend Me Your Ears The Art of ' Perj nation Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...passion, Could force his soul so to his own conceit . . . Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
 | K. H. Anthol - 2003 - 344 Seiten
...Guildenstern.] Ham. Ay, so, God buy ye. — Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! 576 Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...[own] conceit That from her working all his visage [wann'd], 580 Tears, in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function... | |
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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, and his whole function... 
