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 13
... fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise . We pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised ...
... fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise . We pray you , for your own sake , to embrace your own safety , and give over this attempt . Ros . Do , young sir ; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised ...
Strana 19
... fear there will- We'll ( 35 ) have a swashing and a martial outside ; As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances . Cel . What shall I call thee when thou art a man ? Ros . I'll have no worse a name than ...
... fear there will- We'll ( 35 ) have a swashing and a martial outside ; As many other mannish cowards have That do outface it with their semblances . Cel . What shall I call thee when thou art a man ? Ros . I'll have no worse a name than ...
Strana 23
... fear it , do not enter it . Orl . Why , whither , Adam , wouldst thou have me go ? Adam . No matter whither , so you come not here . Orl . What , wouldst thou have me go and beg my food ? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A ...
... fear it , do not enter it . Orl . Why , whither , Adam , wouldst thou have me go ? Adam . No matter whither , so you come not here . Orl . What , wouldst thou have me go and beg my food ? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforce A ...
Strana 55
... fear you have sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had ...
... fear you have sold your own lands , to see other men's ; then , to have seen much , and to have nothing , is to have rich eyes and poor hands . Jaq . Yes , I have gained my experience . Ros . And your experience makes you sad : I had ...
Strana 72
... fear they hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke . You say , You will bestow her on Orlando here ...
... fear they hope , and know they fear . ( 154 ) Enter ROSALIND , SILVIUS , and PHEBE . Ros . Patience once more , whiles our compact is urg'd : — if I bring in your Rosalind , [ To the Duke . You say , You will bestow her on Orlando here ...
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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...