 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 sider
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1804 - 642 sider
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 sider
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer, True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1805 - 486 sider
...good carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Rom.... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 954 sider
...trgat In Jove's sweet paradise, of day and ni¿nt, Which do the seasons of the year allot. ü f enter. I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, £fvcf of nothing but vain phantasy. Sbatsfieare. Who hath ¿gotten me these, seeing 1 have lo-,t •... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1806 - 356 sider
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk's! of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1807 - 374 sider
...good carriage. This, this is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mcr. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, pufis away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 584 sider
...women of good carriage. This is she Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Afer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare, Samuel Ayscough - 1807 - 562 sider
...Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; \\ hich are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantasy ; M Ir.ch is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes... | |
 | Mrs. Inchbald - 1808 - 416 sider
...prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that Mab Rom. Peace, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mir. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing, but vain phantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more unconstant than the wind. Ren. This wind... | |
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True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind... 
