 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 594 trang
...I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 472 trang
...then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay,2 Out of my grief* and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 594 trang
...made me mad, To see him 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 thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This7 villainous salt-petre... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1843 - 320 trang
...wounds, being galled To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my gricf and my impatience, Answered neglectingly I know not what; He should, or he should...waiting gentle-woman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; Heaven save the mark! And telling me " the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 470 trang
...I then, all smarting, with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience , Answer'd neglectingly, I know...so brisk , and smell so sweet , And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman, Ofgaas, and drums, and wounds. God save the mark ! And telling me, the sovereign's!... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 516 trang
...cold, To be so pestered with a popinjay8, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglecting ly, I know not what; He should, or he should not; —...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 348 trang
...popinjay, Out of my grief and nay impatience Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what ; He should, or should not ; — for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God sare the mark !) And telling me, the sovereign'st... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 672 trang
...my wounds heing cold, To he so pestered with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly, I know not what; He should, or he should not : — for he made me mad To see him shine so hrisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, (God... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1844 - 318 trang
...wounds, being galled To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly I know not what; He should, or he should...shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, And talk so like a wailing gentle-woman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; Heaven save the mar) And telling me "the sovereign'st... | |
 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 312 trang
...wounds, being galled To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered neglectingly I know not what; He should, or he should...waiting gentle-woman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds; Heaven save the mark I And telling me " the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward... | |
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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... 
