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
... fool to cut off the argument ? Enter TOUCHSTONE . Ros . Indeed , then is Fortune ( 12 ) too hard for Nature , when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter - off of Nature's wit . Cel . Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither ...
... fool to cut off the argument ? Enter TOUCHSTONE . Ros . Indeed , then is Fortune ( 12 ) too hard for Nature , when Fortune makes Nature's natural the cutter - off of Nature's wit . Cel . Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither ...
Strana 11
... fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou sayest true ; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced , the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show . - Here comes Monsieur Le ...
... fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly . Cel . By my troth , thou sayest true ; for since the little wit that fools have was silenced , the little foolery that wise men have makes a great show . - Here comes Monsieur Le ...
Strana 18
... fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel . Pronounce that ...
... fool : she robs thee of thy name ; And thou wilt show more bright and seem more virtuous When she is gone . Then open not thy lips : Firm and irrevocable is my doom Which I have pass'd upon her ; -she is banish'd . Cel . Pronounce that ...
Strana 20
... fool out of your father's court ? Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Cel . He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ; Leave me alone to woo him . Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ; Devise the fittest time ...
... fool out of your father's court ? Would he not be a comfort to our travel ? Cel . He'll go along o'er the wide world with me ; Leave me alone to woo him . Let's away , And get our jewels and our wealth together ; Devise the fittest time ...
Strana 21
... fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their ... fool , Much marked of the melancholy Jaques , Stood on th ' extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with ...
... fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads Have their ... fool , Much marked of the melancholy Jaques , Stood on th ' extremest verge of the swift brook , Augmenting it with ...
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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...