 | John Hanbury Dwyer - 1845 - 492 psl.
...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...like a waiting gentle-woman, Of guns, and drums, and wountis; Heaven save the markl And telling me " the sovereign's! thing on earth Was parmaceti, for... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1845 - 156 psl.
...smarting w* my wounds being cold To be so pestered w* a popengay Out of my greefe & my impatience Answered neglectingly, I know not what He should : or he should not : for he made me mad To see hime shinne so brisk & smell so sweet & talke so like a waighting gentlewoman Of guns & drums & wounds... | |
 | Thomas Peregrine Courtenay - 1840 - 344 psl.
...popinjay ! Out of my grief and my impatience, Answered 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 ao like a waiting gentle-woman, Of guns, and drums, and wounds, (God save the mark !) And telling me... | |
 | Hans-Jürgen Weckermann - 1978 - 380 psl.
...I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, To be so pest'red 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 sovereignest... | |
 | James Fenimore Cooper - 1991 - 942 psl.
...of the 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...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. Each individual charged... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1994 - 884 psl.
...toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword . . . Out of my grief and my impatience A nswered neglectingly , I know not what, He should, or he should...mad To see him shine so brisk, and smell so sweet, A nd talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman Of guns, and drums, and wounds, God save the mark! . . . Hotspur's... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 psl.
...I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold, To be so pester'd with a popinjay, Out of my grief vp waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds, — God save the mark! — And telling me the sovereign'st... | |
 | Michael Schulman, Eva Mekler - 1998 - 370 psl.
...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... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 340 psl.
...wounds being cold, To be so pestered with a popinjay, 50 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 waiting-gentlewoman Of guns and drums and wounds — God save the mark ! — And telling me the sovereignest... | |
 | Michael Schulman, Eva Mekler - 1998 - 370 psl.
...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!... | |
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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... 
