 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1852 - 358 str.
...Forethought ! Mine — mine — "nothing but mine — still more;" and yet, if so, were it not enough? " I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary...sweet That it enchants my sense ! What will it be When that the wat'ry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? Death, I fear me, Swooning destruction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 562 str.
...with me to Cressid ! Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll brinc her straight. [Exit Pandarus. Tro. I am ' j I that the watry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? death, I fear me ; Swooning destruction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 576 str.
...me to Cressid ! Pan. Walk here i' the orchard ; I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDABUS. Tro. I am giddy, expectation whirls me round. The imaginary...That it enchants my sense : "What will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? death, I fear me ; Swooning destruction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1852 - 708 str.
...-with me to Cressid ! PAN. Walk here i' the orchard, I_ll bring her straight. [Exit PANDARUS. Tap. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. 'The imaginary...That it enchants my sense. What will it be, ;When that the wat'ry palate tastes indeed ; Love's thrice-reputed nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 746 str.
...fly with me to Cressid ! Pan. Walk here i' the orchard ; I '11 bring her straight. [Eiit, Tro. I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary...That it enchants my sense : what will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? death, I foar me ; Swooning destraction... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 596 str.
...ith me to Crossid ! Pan. Walk here i'the orchard^ I'll brine hei straight. [ Exti Pandarus. Tro. I am giddy : expectation whirls me round The imaginary...relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; What vill it be, When that the watfy palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ? death, I fear me... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1853 - 444 str.
...the moon There hangs a vapourous drop profound ; I'll catch it ere it come to ground. M. iii. 5. I am giddy ; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet, That it enchants my sense. TC iii. 2. ANTIQUITIES. What's to do? Shall we go see the reliques of this town 1 TN iii. 3. APOLOGIST.... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 446 str.
...orehard : I 'll bring her straight. [Exit I'AMUUI s. Tro. I am giddy : expectation whirls me round. Th' imaginary relish is so sweet That it enchants my sense ; what will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-repuredt nectar? death, I fear me; Swooning destruction... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1853 - 1158 str.
...exclaims, as we find the passage in all modern editions, "I am giddy : expectation whirls me round. Th' t, ACT V. that the wat'ry palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-reputed nectar ?" For " thrice-reputed nectar,"... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1854 - 538 str.
...with me to Cressid. Pan. Walk here i'the orchard ; I'll bring her straight. [Exit PANDARUS. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary...That it enchants my sense : what will it be, When that the watery palate tastes indeed Love's thrice-repured nectar ? ' death, I fear me ; Swooning destruction... | |
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Too subtle-potent, tun'd too sharp in sweetness, For the capacity of my ruder powers: I fear it much; and I do fear besides, That I shall lose distinction in my joys... 
