...this, Hyperion 5 to a satyr ; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem 6 the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...on. And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — i The quarto of 1603 reads :— « The rouse the king shall...

...to this, Hyperion3 to a Satyr : so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...on : And yet, within a month, — Let me not think on't ; — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — A little month ; or ere those shoes were old, With which...

...accepted his father's death and married again: . . . and yet within a month Let me not think on't. Frailty, thy name is woman! [A little month] , or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, [why she, even she] O God! a beast that wants...

...married. O God, a beast devoid of reason 65 Would not have made such speed. Frailty, thy name is woman. Why, she would hang on him, as if increase Of appetite had grown by what it looked on. 0 wicked, wicked speed, to make such Dexterity to incestuous sheets, 70 Ere yet the shoes...

...was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother, That he might not bcteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly — heaven and earth. Must...fed on, and yet within a month — Let me not think on't', frailty thy name is woman — A little month or ere those shoes were old With which she followed...

...Hamlet, 1. ii. 140 ff. : '. . . so loving to my mother / That he might not beteem the winds of heaven / Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth! / Must...increase of appetite had grown / By what it fed on . . .' But there is an absence of clinching verbal echoes. 33. part] depart from. 36. Brake] old form...

...Possess it merely. That it should come to this! But two months dead — nay, not so much, not two — Why, she would hang on him As if increase of appetite...fed on; and yet within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman. . . . (11. 135-^46) Grief over his father's death is overlaid...

...syntax as his racing mind pursues the image of his mother forgetting his father and marrying Claudius: Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him As if...fed on, and yet within a month — Let me not think on't; frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed...

...on the haste with which his mother has finished mourning her first husband and married her second: frailty, thy name is woman — A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she followed my poor father's body, Like Niobe, all tears, why she, even she— O God, a beast that wants...

...to this, Hyperion to a satyr: so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must...fed on: and yet, within a month — Let me not think on't — Frailty, thy name is woman ! — 16 17 'e' 'ang. boH yabvetlh. Hub'eghbe'law' tlqvetlh. QIp...