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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... believe I love . Ros . Me believe it ! you may as soon make her that you love believe it ; which , I warrant , she is apter to do than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their ...
... believe I love . Ros . Me believe it ! you may as soon make her that you love believe it ; which , I warrant , she is apter to do than to confess she does : that is one of the points in the which women still give the lie to their ...
Strana 68
... do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you , to do yourself good , and not to grace me . Believe , then , if you please , that I can do strange things 68 [ ACT V. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... do I labour for a greater esteem than may in some little measure draw a belief from you , to do yourself good , and not to grace me . Believe , then , if you please , that I can do strange things 68 [ ACT V. AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 71
... . Another part of the forest . ( 153 ) Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , JAQUES , ORLANDO , OLIVER , and CELIA . Duke S. Dost thou believe , Orlando , that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised ? Orl SCENE IV . ] 71 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... . Another part of the forest . ( 153 ) Enter Duke senior , AMIENS , JAQUES , ORLANDO , OLIVER , and CELIA . Duke S. Dost thou believe , Orlando , that the boy Can do all this that he hath promised ? Orl SCENE IV . ] 71 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 72
... believe , and sometimes do not ; As those that fear they hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke ...
... believe , and sometimes do not ; As those that fear they hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke ...
Strana 85
... believe that the former service ' is the corrupt one ; yet I can imagine Shakespeare having written ' When duty swet for duty , not for meed . ' " Walker's Crit . Exam , & c . vol . i . p . 293 , -- where his editor conjectures " The ...
... believe that the former service ' is the corrupt one ; yet I can imagine Shakespeare having written ' When duty swet for duty , not for meed . ' " Walker's Crit . Exam , & c . vol . i . p . 293 , -- where his editor conjectures " The ...
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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...