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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... better ; for , besides that they are fair with their feeding , they are taught their manage , and to that end riders dearly hired : but I , his brother , gain nothing under him but growth ; for the which his animals on his dunghills are ...
... better ; for , besides that they are fair with their feeding , they are taught their manage , and to that end riders dearly hired : but I , his brother , gain nothing under him but growth ; for the which his animals on his dunghills are ...
Strana 6
... better than him I am before knows me . I know you are my eldest brother ; and , in the gentle con- dition of blood , you should so know me . The courtesy of nations allows you my better , in that you are the first - born ; but the same ...
... better than him I am before knows me . I know you are my eldest brother ; and , in the gentle con- dition of blood , you should so know me . The courtesy of nations allows you my better , in that you are the first - born ; but the same ...
Strana 11
... better ; we shall be the more marketable . Enter LE BEAU . Bon jour , Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news ? Le Beau . Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ...
... better ; we shall be the more marketable . Enter LE BEAU . Bon jour , Monsieur Le Beau : what's the news ? Le Beau . Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ...
Strana 13
... better supplied when I have made it empty . Ros . The little strength that I have , I would it were with you . Cel . And mine , to eke out hers . Ros . Fare you well : pray heaven I be deceived in you ! Cel . Your heart's desires be ...
... better supplied when I have made it empty . Ros . The little strength that I have , I would it were with you . Cel . And mine , to eke out hers . Ros . Fare you well : pray heaven I be deceived in you ! Cel . Your heart's desires be ...
Strana 14
... better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ; thou art a gallant youth : I would thou hadst told me of another father . [ Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my ...
... better pleas'd me with this deed , Hadst thou descended from another house . But fare thee well ; thou art a gallant youth : I would thou hadst told me of another father . [ Exeunt Duke Fred . , Train , and Le Beau . Cel . Were I my ...
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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...