 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 352 pagini
...King. How do you, pretty lady? Oph. Well, God 'ild you! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at youi> table! King. Conceit upon her father. Oph. Pray you , let 's have no words of this... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1857 - 488 pagini
...King. How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, Heaven 'ield you ! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. We know what we are, but, know not what we may be. King. How long hath she been thus ? Oph. I hope, all will be well. We must be patient : but I cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1858 - 752 pagini
...How do you, pretty lady ? Oph. Well, God'ild you " ! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord ! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table 1 King. Conceit upon her father. 4 — with Ophelia.] The stage-direction in the... | |
 | George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - 1862 - 556 pagini
...subject is not one that should be overlooked ; for it is a matter in which every one of us may say that we know what we are, but know not what we may be, and therefore an investigation into the present treatment of lunacy may not be labour thrown away.... | |
 | Forbes Benignus Winslow - 1860 - 618 pagini
...reply to his question, "How do you do, pretty lady?" Ophelia, after plaintively exclaiming, "Lord, we know what we are, but know not what we may be," utters the following rhapsody : — " To-morrow is Saint Valentine's ilay, All in the morning betime,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 242 pagini
...King. How doe you pretty Lady ? Oph. Well good dild you, they fay the Owle was a Bakers daughter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. The Tragedie of Hamlet It grieues me to fee how they laid him in the cold ground,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 834 pagini
...do you, pretty lady ? OPH. Well, God 'ield you ! They say, the owl was a baker's daughter.(l) Lord, king Hath rivall'd for our daughter: what, in the God be at your table ! KING. Conceit upon her father. OPH. Pray you, let 's have no words of this ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 838 pagini
...do you, pretty lady ? OPH. Well, God 'ield you ! They ¡my, the owl was a baker's daughter.(l) Lord, her, Who hath abandoned her holy groves, To sec t God be at your table ! KING. Conceit upon her father. OPH. Pray you, let 's have no words of this ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 248 pagini
...King. How doe you pretty Lady ? Oph. Well good dild you, they fay the Owle was a Bakers daughter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. The Tragedie of Hamlet It grieues me to fee how they laid him in the cold ground,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1860 - 244 pagini
...Lord. With true loue mowers, Oph. Well good dild you, they fay the Owle was a Bakers daughter, Lord we know what we are, but know not what we may be. God be at your table. King. How doe you pretty Lady ? King. The Tragedie of Hamlet It grieues me to... | |
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ild you! They say the owl was a baker's daughter. Lord! we know what we are, but know not what we may be. 
