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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... bring you to him straight . [ 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 ...
... bring you to him straight . [ 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 ...
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... bring again these foolish runaways . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Before OLIVER's house . Enter ORLANDO and ADAM , meeting . Orl . Who's there ? Adam . What , my young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir ...
... bring again these foolish runaways . [ Exeunt . SCENE III . Before OLIVER's house . Enter ORLANDO and ADAM , meeting . Orl . Who's there ? Adam . What , my young master ? -O my gentle master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir ...
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... Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed : Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to ...
... Bring us where we may rest ourselves and feed : Here's a young maid with travel much oppress'd , And faints for succour . Cor . Fair sir , I pity her , And wish , for her sake more than for mine own , My fortunes were more able to ...
Strana 29
... little . If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage , I will either be food for it , or bring it for food to thee . Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable SCENE VI . ] 29 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... little . If this uncouth forest yield any thing savage , I will either be food for it , or bring it for food to thee . Thy conceit is nearer death than thy powers . For my sake be comfortable SCENE VI . ] 29 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 30
... bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air ...
... bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ! thou lookest cheerly ; and I'll be with thee quickly . — Yet thou liest in the bleak air ...
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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...