 | William Shakespeare - 1788 - 522 pages
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down -gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt ; hts knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he conies before me. Pol. Mad for thy lbi e ? «;o Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 pages
...Ungarter'd, and down-gyved 3 to his ancle ; Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 pages
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ;,.. And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? ? in yourself."] In your own person, not by spies. Oph. My... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 pages
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? ' — in yourself.] In your own person , not by spies. Oph.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 420 pages
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved13 to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? Oph. My lord, I do not know; Bat, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 pages
...foul'd, Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Oph. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1809 - 484 pages
...foul'd, Ungarler'd, and down-gyved to his ancle;6 Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love? Ofth. My lord, I do not know ; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1811 - 498 pages
...Ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ancle ;8 Pale as his shirt ; his knees knocking each other ; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love ? ' in yourself^] In your own person, not by spies. 8 Ungarter'd,... | |
 | 1811 - 530 pages
...foul'd, UngarterM, and down-gyved to his ancle; Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look, so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. Pol. Mad for thy love! Oph. My lord, I do not know; But, truly, I do fear it. Pol.... | |
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Pale as his shirt; his knees knocking each other; And with a look so piteous in purport, As if he had been loosed out of hell, To speak of horrors, — he comes before me. 
