| Thierry Hentsch - 2004 - 420 pagini
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| Kathy Elgin - 2005 - 40 pagini
...in this way. In the floor of the stage was a trap-door, through which devils or ghosts could appear. Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd. HAMLET, ACT 2, SCENE 2 but: only concert: thing he was imagining visage: face wann'd: went... | |
| Heinrich F. Plett - 2004 - 600 pagini
...After the rehearsal has taken place, Hamlet explains why the first player's performance was so perfect: Is it not monstrous that this player here, But in...his own conceit That from her working all his visage wann'd, Tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect, A broken voice, and his whole function suiting... | |
| John Gibson, Wolfgang Huemer - 2004 - 376 pagini
...passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage wanned, 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? (3.1.552-62) Hamlet confronts here... | |
| John Gibson, Wolfgang Huemer - 2004 - 372 pagini
...mere artor's histrionic intensity and his own culpable passivity: O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But...a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working a1l his visage wanned, Tears in his eyes, distrartion in 's aspect,... | |
| Alan Shepard, Stephen David Powell Powell - 2004 - 324 pagini
...of the players recites a speech for him, play the drama critic: O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But...a dream of passion, Could force his soul so to his whole conceit That from her working all his visage wanned. Tears in his eyes, distraction in 's aspect,... | |
| William Shakespeare - 2005 - 900 pagini
...take their leave HAMLET Ay, so, God bye to you! Now I am alone. O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! Is it not monstrous that this player here, But...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... | |
| 492 pagini
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