MERCUTIO
Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
discords: here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall
make you dance. ‘Zounds, consort!
MERCUTIO
Consort! what, dost thou make us minstrels? an
thou make minstrels of us, look to hear nothing but
discords: here’s my fiddlestick; here’s that shall
make you dance. ‘Zounds, consort!
May 15, 2009 at 9:13 pm |
[...] (2.2.10-13); “look to hear nothing but discords: here’s my fiddlestick;” (3.1.45-48); “nothing but one of your nine lives” (3.1.75-81); “Is he gone, and hath [...]