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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... 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 as much bound to him as I. Besides ...
... 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 as much bound to him as I. Besides ...
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... 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 office to Na- ture's : Fortune reigns in gifts of the world , not in the linea- ments of ...
... 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 office to Na- ture's : Fortune reigns in gifts of the world , not in the linea- ments of ...
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... Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ! how shall I answer you ? Ros . As wit and fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that ...
... Fair princess , you have lost much good sport . Cel . Sport ! of what colour ? ( 16 ) Le Beau . What colour , madam ! how shall I answer you ? Ros . As wit and fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that ...
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... fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I ...
... fair and excellent ladies any thing . But let your fair eyes and gentle wishes go with me to my trial ; wherein if I be foiled , there is but one shamed that was never gracious ; if killed , but one dead that is willing to be so : I ...
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... fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes ; I'll ask him ...
... fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my pride fell with my fortunes ; I'll ask him ...
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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...