 | William Shakespeare - 1850 - 264 pàgines
...tender thing ? it is too rough, too rude, too boist'rous ; and it pricks like thorn.—ROM. I., 4. I talk of dreams; which are the children of an idle...north, and, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, turning his face to the dew-dropping south.—MER. I., 4. burnt out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 656 pàgines
...of good carriage. This is she2t— ROM. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. MEB. True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of...north. And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face" to the dew-dropping south. BEN. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 586 pàgines
...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...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turninghis face to the dew-dropping south. Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ; Supper... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 602 pàgines
...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...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 1 This speech received... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 532 pàgines
...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...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angered, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. 1 This speech received... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1851 - 408 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing. jtler. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooeg Even now, the frozen bosom of the noith, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 574 pàgines
...carriage. This, this is she — Earn. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of...north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Sen. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves ;... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 570 pàgines
...of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fanlasy ; . -, " • Which is as thin of substance as the air ; . " ' "...Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being angeFd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Sen. This wind, you talk... | |
 | 1852 - 374 pàgines
...with what his friend has to say, or to speak at a wrong time. When Mercutio says of dreams, that they are " The children of an idle brain Begot of nothing...fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air" ; we must conclude he had never given the subject of dreaming very serious thought. The idle brain,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 420 pàgines
...carriage. * • This, this is she — . Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace Thou talk'st of nothing. tirler. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of...wind, who wooes Even now, the frozen bosom of the noith, And, being anger'd, puffs a.vay from thence, Turning his face to the dew-drooping south. DESCRIPTION... | |
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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... 
