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 5
... father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and ...
... father , which I think is within me , begins to mutiny against this servitude : I will no longer endure it , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and ...
Strana 6
... father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so : thou hast railed on thyself ...
... father ; and he is thrice a villain that says such a father begot villains . Wert thou not my brother , I would not take this hand from thy throat till this other had pulled out thy tongue for saying so : thou hast railed on thyself ...
Strana 7
... father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of your will : I ...
... father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of your will : I ...
Strana 9
... father , had ban- ished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine : so wouldst thou , if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tempered as mine ...
... father , had ban- ished thy uncle , the duke my father , so thou hadst been still with me , I could have taught my love to take thy father for mine : so wouldst thou , if the truth of thy love to me were so righteously tempered as mine ...
Strana 11
... father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's love is enough to honour him enough : speak no more of him ; you'll be whipped for taxation one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly ...
... father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's love is enough to honour him enough : speak no more of him ; you'll be whipped for taxation one of these days . Touch . The more pity , that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly ...
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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...