"My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced..." | |
And is it physical to walk unbraced and suck up the humors of the dank morning? | |
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced no hat upon his head, his stockings fouled ungartered, and down-gyved to his ankle 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. | |
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced, no hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle, pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, and with a look so piteous in purport | |
"My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced..." | |
And is it physical to walk unbraced and suck up the humors of the dank morning? | |
My lord, as I was sewing in my chamber Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced no hat upon his head, his stockings fouled ungartered, and down-gyved to his ankle 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. | |
My lord, as I was sewing in my closet, Lord Hamlet, with his doublet all unbraced, no hat upon his head, his stockings foul'd, ungarter'd, and down-gyved to his ankle, pale as his shirt, his knees knocking each other, and with a look so piteous in purport | |