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 7
... 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 pray you , leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you ...
... 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 pray you , leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you ...
Strana 10
... Fortune's office to Na- ture's : Fortune reigns in gifts of the world , not in the linea- ments of Nature . Cel . No ? when Nature hath made a fair creature , may she not by Fortune fall into the fire ? Though Nature hath given us wit ...
... Fortune's office to Na- ture's : Fortune reigns in gifts of the world , not in the linea- ments of Nature . Cel . No ? when Nature hath made a fair creature , may she not by Fortune fall into the fire ? Though Nature hath given us wit ...
Strana 11
... fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , — Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of ...
... fortune will . Touch . Or as the Destinies decree . Cel . Well said : that was laid on with a trowel . Touch . Nay , if I keep not my rank , — Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of ...
Strana 15
... fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , Shall we go , coz ? Cel . but that her hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you ... fortunes ; I'll ask him what he would . - Did you call , sir ? — Sir , you have wrestled well , and overthrown More ...
... fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , Shall we go , coz ? Cel . but that her hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you ... fortunes ; I'll ask him what he would . - Did you call , sir ? — Sir , you have wrestled well , and overthrown More ...
Strana 21
... fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads ...
... fortune Into so quiet and so sweet a style . Duke S. Come , shall we go and kill us venison ? And yet it irks me , the poor dappled fools , Being native burghers of this desert city , Should , in their own confines , with forked heads ...
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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...