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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... Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my father , coz , would I do this ? Orl . I am more proud to be Sir Roland's son , His youngest son ; -and would not change that calling , To be adopted heir to Frederick . Ros ...
... Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my father , coz , would I do this ? Orl . I am more proud to be Sir Roland's son , His youngest son ; -and would not change that calling , To be adopted heir to Frederick . Ros ...
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... Exeunt Rosalind and Celia . Ros . Have with you . - Fare you well . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or ...
... Exeunt Rosalind and Celia . Ros . Have with you . - Fare you well . Orl . What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue ? I cannot speak to her , yet she urg'd conference . O poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or ...
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... mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The Forest of Arden . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and other Lords , in the dress of foresters . Duke S. Now , my co - mates and brothers in exíle , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of ...
... Exeunt . ACT II . SCENE I. The Forest of Arden . Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , and other Lords , in the dress of foresters . Duke S. Now , my co - mates and brothers in exíle , Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of ...
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... Exeunt . SCENE II . A room in the palace . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , and Attendants . Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this . First Lord . I ...
... Exeunt . SCENE II . A room in the palace . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , Lords , and Attendants . Duke F. Can it be possible that no man saw them ? It cannot be some villains of my court Are of consent and sufferance in this . First Lord . I ...
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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...