The Works of William Shakespeare: As you like it. The taming of the shrew. All's well that ends well. Twelfth-night. The winter's taleChapman and Hall, 1866 |
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... . Col- lier , who is very angry at Steevens for having termed it " worthless : " but if Steevens somewhat undervalued it , Mr. Collier greatly over - rates it . ) DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE , living in banishment . FREDERICK [ 3 ]
... . Col- lier , who is very angry at Steevens for having termed it " worthless : " but if Steevens somewhat undervalued it , Mr. Collier greatly over - rates it . ) DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE , living in banishment . FREDERICK [ 3 ]
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE , living in banishment . FREDERICK , his brother , and usurper of his dominions . AMIENS , lords attending on the banished Duke . JAQUES , LE BEAU , a courtier attending on ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. DRAMATIS PERSONE . DUKE , living in banishment . FREDERICK , his brother , and usurper of his dominions . AMIENS , lords attending on the banished Duke . JAQUES , LE BEAU , a courtier attending on ...
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... duke's wrestler here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and impor- tunes access to ... duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke ; and three or four loving lords have put them- selves into ...
... duke's wrestler here to speak with me ? Den . So please you , he is here at the door , and impor- tunes access to ... duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke ; and three or four loving lords have put them- selves into ...
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... duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day , and fleet the time ...
... duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day , and fleet the time ...
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... Duke's palace . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach ...
... Duke's palace . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . [ Exit . Cel . I pray thee , Rosalind , sweet my coz , be merry . Ros . Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach ...
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Strana 352 - O fellow, come, the song we had last night: — Mark it, Cesario; it is old and plain: The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, And the free maids, that weave their thread with bones. Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love Like the old age.
Strana 354 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek : she pin'd in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed ? We men may say more, swear more ; but indeed Our shows are more than will, for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love. DuJce. But died thy sister of her love, my boy? Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all...