 | 1984 - 450 pagine
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 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 889 pagine
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 | J. W. Wickwar - 1996 - 178 pagine
...then they dream of love: Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talkest of nothing. Mercutio. 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 inconsistent than the wind. . The mind,... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 pagine
...of good carriage: This is she— Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO. 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, who wooes Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 184 pagine
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 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 889 pagine
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 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 pagine
...children/ posture/moral conduct Romeo. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mercutio. 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, who woos Even... | |
 | Joe Calarco - 1999 - 84 pagine
...Student 2 and holds him.) STU. 1 (R). Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace. Thou talk'st of nothing. STU. 3 (M). 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, who woos Even... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1979 - 2402 pagine
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 | William Shakespeare - 2004 - 1458 pagine
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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, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs... 
