 | William Shakespeare - 1798 - 452 páginas
...good carriage, This is me Rom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace ; Thou talk'ft of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain phantafy ; Which is as thin of fubftance as the air ; And more inconflant than the wind, who wooeS... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 páginas
...prayer or two, And sleeps again. This is that Mab Rom. Peace, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. 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. Ben. This wind... | |
 | David Garrick - 1798 - 318 páginas
...two, And sleeps again. This is that Mab— — Rom . Peace, peace, Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. 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. Ben. This wind... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1800 - 396 páginas
...thin of fubftance as the air; And more inconftant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bofom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping fouth. ; Ben. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourfelves j Supper is done, and we mall come too... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1803 - 446 páginas
...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 an idle...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 páginas
...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 an idle...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 páginas
...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 an idle...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 páginas
...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 an idle...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 - 1806 - 356 páginas
...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 an idle...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 páginas
...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 an idle...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... | |
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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... 
