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 Of guns, and drums, and wounds, — God save... The Plays and Poems of William Shakspeare - Page 212by William Shakespeare - 1821Full view - About this book
| Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops - Comparative linguistics - 1898 - 488 pages
...than only this one oath — 'God, let me never be trusted! Heywood, Fair Maid of the West. I. 5. For he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk, and smell...guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark!) I. Henry IV. I, 3, 56. In the English; Dialect Dict. I find under: A, pref. 9 Repr. an int. A ! : "A-God-cheeld!... | |
| Hans-Jürgen Weckermann - Literary Criticism - 1978 - 380 pages
...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...and wounds - God save the mark! And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was,... | |
| James Fenimore Cooper - Fiction - 1991 - 942 pages
...crew on which so much of the success of his desperate enterprises so frequently depended. — "For he made me mad. To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet. And talk so like a waiting gentlewoman. "I Henry IV, I.iii.sj— 55. THE MOMENT was one of high and earnest excitement.... | |
| William Shakespeare - Literary Criticism - 1994 - 884 pages
...grief and my impatience 5o Answered neglectingly, I know not what, He should, or he should not, for he made me mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell...and wounds, God save the mark! And telling me the sovereignest thing on earth Was parmacity for an inward bruise, And that it was great pity, so it was,... | |
| Orson Welles - Drama - 2001 - 342 pages
...neglectingly, I know not what — 190 Orson Welles on Shakespeare 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 Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereignest... | |
| William Shakespeare - Drama - 1989 - 1286 pages
...grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly, I know not what, — He should, or he should not; for |- ¬\ d p _/ % rA WW RUd 3 ̎L 䦦բ K P ^ H ̱ sovereign's! thing on earth Was parmaceti for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was,... | |
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