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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... . Lords , pages , and attendants , & c . SCENE - First ( and in act ii . sc . 3 ) , near Oliver's house ; afterwards , partly in the usurper's court , and partly in the Forest of Arden . AS YOU LIKE IT . ACT I. SCENE I. OLIVER's.
... . Lords , pages , and attendants , & c . SCENE - First ( and in act ii . sc . 3 ) , near Oliver's house ; afterwards , partly in the usurper's court , and partly in the Forest of Arden . AS YOU LIKE IT . ACT I. SCENE I. OLIVER's.
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... court ? ( 5 ) Cha . There's no news at the court , sir , but the old news : ( 6 ) that is , the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke ; and three or four loving lords have put them- selves into voluntary exile with ...
... court ? ( 5 ) Cha . There's no news at the court , sir , but the old news : ( 6 ) that is , the old duke is banished by his younger brother the new duke ; and three or four loving lords have put them- selves into voluntary exile with ...
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... court , and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter ; and never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and ...
... court , and no less beloved of her uncle than his own daughter ; and never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and ...
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... court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros . I do beseech your grace , Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with ...
... court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it . Ros . I do beseech your grace , Let me the knowledge of my fault bear with ...
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... court ? Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Cel . He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ; Leave me alone to woo him . Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ; Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us ...
... court ? Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Cel . He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ; Leave me alone to woo him . Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ; Devise the fittest time and safest way To hide us ...
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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...