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yixian:
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will tell him a little piece of
my desires.
Enter PISTOL
GOWER. Whyhere he comesswelling like a turkey-cock.
FLUELLEN. 'Tis no matter for his swellings nor his turkey-cocks. God
pless youAunchient Pistol [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! you scurvylousy knaveGod
pless you! PISTOL. Ha [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! art thou bedlam? Dost thou thirstbase
TroyanTo have me fold up Parca's fatal web? Hence [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I am qualmish at
the smell of leek. FLUELLEN. I peseech you heartilyscurvylousy knave
at my desiresand my requestsand my petitionsto eatlook youthis
leek; becauselook youyou do not love itnor your affectionsand your
appetitesand your digestionsdoes not agree with itI would desire you to
eat it. PISTOL. Not for Cadwallader and all his goats. FLUELLEN. There
is one goat for you. [Strikes him] Will you be so goodscald knaveas eat
it? PISTOL. Base Troyanthou shalt die. FLUELLEN. You say very true
scald knave- when God's will is. I will desire you to live in the meantime
and eat your victuals; comethere is sauce for it. [Striking him again] You
call'd me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire
of low degree. I pray you fall to; if you can mock a leekyou can eat a leek.
GOWER. EnoughCaptainyou have astonish'd him. FLUELLEN. I say I
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