 | Denmark - 1964 - 158 pages
...Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! s Must I remember ? why, she would hang on him, As it increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on :...those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears : — why she, even she — 6 О God! a beast, that wants discourse... | |
 | Styan - Drama - 1965 - 168 pages
...Faustus is carried off * The soliloquy continues : so loving to my mother, That he might not betecm the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on; and yet within a month! Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or ere those shoes were old, With which she followed... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1980 - 388 pages
...a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr ; so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...it fed on. And yet within a month Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or e'er those shoes were old With which she followed... | |
 | Wolfgang Clemen - English drama - 1987 - 232 pages
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on; and yet within a month — 145 Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes... | |
 | Jerry Blunt - Performing Arts - 1990 - 232 pages
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on; and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't! Frailty, thy name is woman. A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd... | |
 | Norman Austin - Social Science - 2010 - 280 pages
...the flawless love between his father and mother— so loving to my mother. That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on—. Should we doubt this son's idyllic memory of his parent's matrimonial concord? Even mindful of the... | |
 | John O'Meara - Hamlet - 1991 - 120 pages
...excellent a king that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month — why she, even she — O God! ................................................................................. | |
 | Janet Adelman - Drama - 1992 - 396 pages
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't . . . (1.2.139-46) This image of parental love is so satisfying to Hamlet in part because it seems... | |
 | William Shakespeare - Drama - 1992 - 196 pages
...a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, 140 That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on, and yet within a month — Let me not think on't: frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed... | |
 | Julia Reinhard Lupton, Kenneth Reinhard - Drama - 1993 - 290 pages
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven...fed on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she... | |
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That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy... 
