 | Michael Schulman, Eva Mekler - 1998 - 370 pagine
...wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer' d neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should...shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st... | |
 | Michael Schulman, Eva Mekler - 1998 - 370 pagine
...cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer' d neglect ingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for...shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign's!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2000 - 166 pagine
...amongst the rest in the middle of which 50 popinjay parrot Answered neglectingly, I know not what - 52 He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To...a waiting gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds - God save the mark! - 56 And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth 57 Was parmacity for an inward... | |
 | Orson Welles - 2001 - 342 pagine
...grief and my impatience Answered neglectingly, I know not what — 190 Orson Welles on Shakespeare He should, or he should not; for he made me mad To...a waiting gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth Was parmacity for an inward... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1989 - 1286 pagine
...my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd ey could. But I will not stir from this place, waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign's!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 2002 - 186 pagine
...my wounds being t To be so pester'd with a popinjay, 50 Out of my grief and my impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what — He should, or he should not; for he made me 48 a// ... cold: very sore because my wounds were feeling cold. 49 popinjay: parrot. 50 grief: pain.... | |
 | Khin Myo Chit (Daw) - 2005 - 136 pagine
...pestered with a popinjay, out of my grief and my impatience answered him in the only way I knew how.... He made me mad to see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet...." The king saw his servant ragged and yet bold and manly beside the foppish tearful courtier who huddled... | |
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Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not ; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman... 
