 | William Shakespeare, Nicholas Rowe - 1709 - 602 pagini
...felf breaths out Contagion to this World. Now could I drink hot Bloodj And do fuch bitter Bufinefs as the Day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my Mother—- Pol. I will fay fo. [Exit. Oh Oh Heart, lofe not thy Nature; let not ever The Soul of Ntro enter this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1709 - 598 pagini
...will come by and by. Pol. I will fay fo. [Exit. Ham. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends: Ext. *Tis now the very witching time of Night, When Church-yards yawn, and Hell it felif breiths out Contagion to this World. Now could I drink hot Blood, And do fuch bitter Bufmefs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1733 - 520 pagini
...now the very" 'witching time of night, •-•' • When church- yards yawn, and hell it felf breaths out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do fuch bitter bufinefs as the d&J',:'1 /! '" v'-.i .' Would quake to lobk on. S6ftv::now to my mother... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1745 - 574 pagini
...come by and by. Pol. 1 will fay fo. _ Ham. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends. , [Exeunt. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When church-yards yawn, and hell it felf breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do fuch bitter bufinefs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1762 - 436 pagini
...itfelf breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do fuch bitter bufiriefs as the day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother— G heart, lofe-not thy nature ; let not ever The Soul of Nero enter this firm bofom i Let me be cruel,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagini
...will come by and by. Pol. 1 will fay fo. Ham. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends. [Exeunt. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, ' ZL'ijfcol ite to the tap... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1765 - 540 pagini
...I can endure to do tea/.] 'i hc-y compel me :oplay ic no longer. An4 * And do fuch bitter bufihefs as the day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother— <5 heart, lofe not thy nature; let not ever The Soul of Nero enter this firm bofom ; Let me be cruel,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1767 - 484 pagini
...mother by and by—; and by. Hum. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends. Pol. I will fay fo. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do fuch bitter bufinefs... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1770 - 956 pagini
...friends. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, [Exeunt. When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf ' breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, •» And do fuch bufinefs as the day Would quake to look on. Soft, now to my mother— 0 heart, lofe not thy nature... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1773 - 630 pagini
...tte tcf of my lent. ] They compel me to R 2 Ham. Ham. By and by is eafily faid. Leave me, friends. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When church-yards yawn, and hell itfelf breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, 1 And do fuch bitter bufinefs... | |
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Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on. 
