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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... hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my 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 ...
... hands on me , villain ? Orl . I am no villain : I am the youngest son of Sir Ro- land de Bois ; he was my 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 ...
Strana 15
... hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my ...
... hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you well , fair gentleman . Orl . Can I not say , I thank you ? My better parts Are all thrown down ; and that which here stands up Is but a quintain , a mere lifeless block . Ros . He calls us back : my ...
Strana 19
... hand ; and - in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's 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 ...
... hand ; and - in my heart Lie there what hidden woman's 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 ...
Strana 35
... hand , And let me all your fortunes understand . - [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. A room in the palace . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , OLIVER , Lords , and Attendants . Duke F. Not see him since ? Sir , sir , that cannot be : But were I not the ...
... hand , And let me all your fortunes understand . - [ Exeunt . ACT III . SCENE I. A room in the palace . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , OLIVER , Lords , and Attendants . Duke F. Not see him since ? Sir , sir , that cannot be : But were I not the ...
Strana 36
... hands , Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth Of what we think against thee . Oli . O , that your highness knew my heart in this ! I never lov'd my brother in my life . Duke F. More villain thou . - Well , push him out of ...
... hands , Till thou canst quit thee by thy brother's mouth Of what we think against thee . Oli . O , that your highness knew my heart in this ! I never lov'd my brother in my life . Duke F. More villain thou . - Well , push him out of ...
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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...