 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 646 Seiten
...not for a king, Upon whose property, and most dear life, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks...throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha ! 'Swounds ! I should take it ; for it cannot be, But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 652 Seiten
...not for a king, Upon whose property, and most dear life, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks...throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this? Ha ! 'Swounds ! I should take it ; for it cannot be, But I am pigeon-liver'd, and lack gall To make oppression... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 Seiten
...no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks...my face ? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha ! Why, I should take it : for it cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 Seiten
...no, not for a king, Upon whose property and most dear life A damned defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain ? breaks my pate across ? Plucks...my face ? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha ! Why, I should take it : for it cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 Seiten
...not for a king, Upon whose property, and most dear life, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward ? Who calls me villain * breaks my pate across ? Plucks...my face ? Tweaks me by the nose * gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? Who does me this? Ha! Why, I should take it : for it cannot... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1847 - 872 Seiten
...no, not for a king, Upon whose property, and most dear life, A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs ? Who does me this ? Ha ! 'Swounds! I should take it; for it... | |
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A damn'd defeat was made. Am I a coward? Who calls me villain? breaks my pate across? Plucks off my beard and blows it in my face? Tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i' the throat, As deep as to the lungs? 
