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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Strana 10
... doth most mistake in her gifts to women . Cel . ' Tis true ; for those that she makes fair , she scarce makes honest ; and those that she makes honest , she makes very ill - favoured . ( 11 ) Ros . Nay , now thou goest from Fortune's ...
... doth most mistake in her gifts to women . Cel . ' Tis true ; for those that she makes fair , she scarce makes honest ; and those that she makes honest , she makes very ill - favoured . ( 11 ) Ros . Nay , now thou goest from Fortune's ...
Strana 17
... Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly ? By this kind of chase , I should hate him , for my father hated his father dearly ; yet I hate not Orlando . Ros . No , faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should ...
... Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly ? By this kind of chase , I should hate him , for my father hated his father dearly ; yet I hate not Orlando . Ros . No , faith , hate him not , for my sake . Cel . Why should ...
Strana 21
... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor ...
... doth your brother that hath banish'd you . To - day my Lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him , as he lay along Under an oak , whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor ...
Strana 24
... doth the ravens feed , Yea , providently caters for the sparrow , Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you . Let me be your servant : Though I look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply ...
... doth the ravens feed , Yea , providently caters for the sparrow , Be comfort to my age ! Here is the gold ; All this I give you . Let me be your servant : Though I look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply ...
Strana 28
... He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . Song . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to 28 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . Song . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to 28 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
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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...