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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Strana 115
... Kath . [ to Bap . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will ( 27 ) To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mood . ( 28 ) Kath . I ' faith ...
... Kath . [ to Bap . ] I pray you , sir , is it your will ( 27 ) To make a stale of me amongst these mates ? Hor . Mates , maid ! how mean you that ? no mates for you , Unless you were of gentler , milder mood . ( 28 ) Kath . I ' faith ...
Strana 116
... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best- Put finger in the eye , * An she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them to look ...
... Kath . A pretty peat ! it is best- Put finger in the eye , * An she knew why . Bian . Sister , content you in my discontent.- Sir , to your pleasure humbly I subscribe : My books and instruments shall be my company , On them to look ...
Strana 128
... Kath . Minion , thou liest : is't not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have him . Kath . O , then , belike you fancy riches more : You will have Gremio to keep you ...
... Kath . Minion , thou liest : is't not Hortensio ? Bian . If you affect him , sister , here I swear I'll plead for you myself , but you shall have him . Kath . O , then , belike you fancy riches more : You will have Gremio to keep you ...
Strana 129
... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . [ holding her back ] What , in my sight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca . Kath . Will you not ( 61 ) suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your ...
... Kath . Her silence flouts me , and I'll be reveng'd . [ Flies after Bianca . Bap . [ holding her back ] What , in my sight ? -Bianca , get thee in . [ Exit Bianca . Kath . Will you not ( 61 ) suffer me ? Nay , now I see She is your ...
Strana 133
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing : They call me Katharine that do talk of me . Pet . You ... Kath . Mov'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd you hither Remove you hence I knew you at the first , You were a ...
... Kath . Well have you heard , but something hard of hearing : They call me Katharine that do talk of me . Pet . You ... Kath . Mov'd ! in good time : let him that mov'd you hither Remove you hence I knew you at the first , You were a ...
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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...