 | William Shakespeare - 1996 - 1290 sidor
...— England. INDUCTION. Workman li. Before the castle. Enter RUMOUR, painted full of tongues. RUMOUR. S. My sight is very dull, whate'er it bodes. MARTIUS. cars of men with false reports. I speak of peace, while covert enmity, Under the smile of safety, wounds... | |
 | Monika Greenleaf - 1994 - 434 sidor
...of tongues.) Rumor. Open your ears, for which of you will stop The vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks? I, from the orient to the drooping west, Making...pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. Rumor is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures, And of so easy and so plain a stop That... | |
 | Harry Berger, Peter Erickson - 1997 - 532 sidor
...territorial imperialism: Open your ears; for which of you will stop The vent of hearing when loud Rumor speaks? I, from the Orient to the drooping West, Making...still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth. (Ind. 1.5) The rhetoric rapidly swells Rumor's power from the vent of hearing to the volume of space... | |
 | Mrs Henry Pott - 1997 - 652 sidor
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 | William Shakespeare - 1998 - 308 sidor
...his Death, and Coronation of Henry the Fifth Induction Enter Rumour painted full of tongues RUMOUR Open your ears ; for which of you will stop The vent...still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth. 5 Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears... | |
 | 1984 - 440 sidor
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 | David Crystal, Hilary Crystal - 2000 - 604 sidor
...[Rumour] Open your ears; for which of you will stop / The vent of hearing when loud Rumour speaks? . . . Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, / The which...pronounce, / Stuffing the ears of men with false reports. William Shakespeare, 1597, Henry IV, Part 2, Induction, lines 1-2; 6-8 36:79 [Don Pedro, of Benedick]... | |
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Open your ears ; For which of you will stop The vent of hearing, when loud Rumour speaks ? I, from the orient to the drooping west, Making the wind my post-horse, still unfold The acts commenced on this ball of earth: Upon my tongues continual slanders... 
