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.
مولاي ،عندما كنت أخيط في غرفتي جاء الأمير هاملت ،مرتديا سترة بالية لا يلبس قبعة فوق رأسه جواربه وسخة