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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... Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I ...
... Dear Celia , I show more mirth than I am mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I ...
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... be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 18
... Dear sovereign , hear me speak . Duke F. Ay , Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake , Else had she with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure and your own remorse : I was too young ...
... Dear sovereign , hear me speak . Duke F. Ay , Celia ; we stay'd her for your sake , Else had she with her father rang'd along . Cel . I did not then entreat to have her stay ; It was your pleasure and your own remorse : I was too young ...
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... Dear master , I can go no further : O , I die for food ! Here lie I down , and measure out my grave . Fare- well , kind master . ( 61 ) Orl . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer ...
... Dear master , I can go no further : O , I die for food ! Here lie I down , and measure out my grave . Fare- well , kind master . ( 61 ) Orl . Why , how now , Adam ! no greater heart in thee ? Live a little ; comfort a little ; cheer ...
Strana 51
... dear Phebe , If ever - as that ever may be near- You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy , Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phe . But , till that time , Come not thou near me : and , when ...
... dear Phebe , If ever - as that ever may be near- You meet in some fresh cheek the power of fancy , Then shall you know the wounds invisible That love's keen arrows make . Phe . But , till that time , Come not thou near me : and , when ...
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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...