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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,... "
The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Página 138
por William Shakespeare - 1805
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Otherworldly Hamlet

John O'Meara - 1991 - 120 páginas
...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! .................................................................................
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Hamlet

William Shakespeare - 1992 - 196 páginas
...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...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe all tears, why she, even she — O God, a beast that wants...
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Suffocating Mothers: Fantasies of Maternal Origin in Shakespeare's Plays ...

Janet Adelman - 1992 - 396 páginas
...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...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...
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After Oedipus: Shakespeare in Psychoanalysis

Julia Reinhard Lupton, Kenneth Reinhard - 1993 - 290 páginas
...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...old With which she follow'd my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears — why, she — O God, a beast that wants discourse of reason Would have mourn'd...
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And Flights of Angels

Terrence Ortwein - 1994 - 100 páginas
...nature Possess it merely. That it should come to this: But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, Within a month — Let me not think on't; frailty,...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, she married with my uncle, My father's brother,...
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Selected Poems

William Shakespeare - 1995 - 136 páginas
...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...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she O God, a beast that wants discourse...
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Hamlet and Narcissus

John Russell - 1995 - 260 páginas
..."Heaven and earth, / Must I remember?" the young prince of Denmark rhetorically and angrily asks himself: Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body Like Niobe, all tears, •why she, even she — O God, a beast that...
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Hamlet

1996 - 264 páginas
...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...Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman He turns to face away from the door. HAMLET (continuing) A little month, or ere those shoes were old...
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Hamlet

William Shakespeare - 1996 - 132 páginas
...excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, no 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 — us Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were...
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Centuries’ Ends, Narrative Means

Interdisciplinary Group for Historical Literary Study - 1996 - 414 páginas
...Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead — nay, not so much, not two — Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, they name is woman — (1.2.135-46) Grief over his father's death is overlaid and supplanted by obsessive...
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