desalinhar

Costurava eu em meu quarto, quando Hamlet... com o gibão em desalinho, de cabeça descoberta... de meias sujas, descidas até os tornozelos... pálido como sua camisa, os joelhos tremendo... e com um olhar tão penoso, como se voltasse do Inferno... para falar de horrores, apareceu diante de mim!

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.