 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 sider
...Kos. GuiL. HOE. Sfc. '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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother, — O, heart, lose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 sider
...Ros. Guil. Hor. efe. 'Tis now the very witching time of night ; When churchyards yawn, and hell itself 52 such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother O, heart, lose not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 sider
...Eos. Gun. HOE. $c. "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 business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother, — 0, heart, lose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 sider
...GUILDENSTERN, HORATIO, Sfc. T is 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. Soft ; now to my mother.— 0 heart, lose not... | |
 | Richard Grant White - 1854 - 564 sider
...&c. SCENE 2. " Ham. 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." Mr. Dyce, turning from the original folio... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 480 sider
...night ; ;l) Holes. (2) Utmost stretch. 294 HAMLET, Act 111. When churchyards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : Now could I drink hot blood, And do such business as the bitter day Would quake to look on. Soft ; now to my mother. O, heart, lose not... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 380 sider
...Gun.., HOR., &e. 'T is 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. Soft ; now to my mother. — (), heart, lose... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1856 - 574 sider
...[Exeunt all but HAMLET. 'Tis now the very witching time of night, When church-yards yawn, and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world : now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day43 Would quake to look on. Soft ! now to my mother. — O, heart ! lose... | |
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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. 
