 | 1984 - 450 oldal
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 | Peter Conrad - 1995 - 224 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 oldal
...good carriage: This is she— Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO. True, VKSE and her man PETER. О honey nurse, what news? Hast thou met with him? Send thy fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even... | |
 | J. W. Wickwar - 1996 - 178 oldal
...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,... | |
 | Victor L. Cahn - 1996 - 889 oldal
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 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 184 oldal
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 | Robert Mattson - 1997 - 132 oldal
...good carriage. This is she ROMEO. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! You talk 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 less predictable than the wind that blows ROMEO.... | |
 | Arthur Graham - 1997 - 244 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1979 - 2402 oldal
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 | Joe Calarco - 1999 - 84 oldal
...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... | |
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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... 
