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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... you in his will to give me good education : you have trained me like a peasant , obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman - like qualities . The spirit of my father grows strong in me , and I will no longer AS YOU LIKE IT . [ ACT I.
... you in his will to give me good education : you have trained me like a peasant , obscuring and hiding from me all gentleman - like qualities . The spirit of my father grows strong in me , and I will no longer AS YOU LIKE IT . [ ACT I.
Strana 7
... give me the poor allottery my 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 ...
... give me the poor allottery my 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 ...
Strana 13
... give us leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ...
... give us leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ...
Strana 18
... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
... honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ! whither wilt thou go ? Wilt thou change fathers ? I will give thee mine 18 [ ACT I. AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 24
... give you . Let me be your servant : Though I look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and ...
... give you . Let me be your servant : Though I look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and ...
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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...