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
... strength that I have , I would it were with you . Cel . And mine , to eke out hers . Ros . Fare you well : pray heaven I be deceived in you ! Cel . Your heart's desires be with you ! Cha SCENE II . ] 13 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... strength that I have , I would it were with you . Cel . And mine , to eke out hers . Ros . Fare you well : pray heaven I be deceived in you ! Cel . Your heart's desires be with you ! Cha SCENE II . ] 13 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 14
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Cel . Your heart's desires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Orl . Ready , sir ; but his will hath in it a more modest working ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Cel . Your heart's desires be with you ! Cha . Come , where is this young gallant that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth ? Orl . Ready , sir ; but his will hath in it a more modest working ...
Strana 15
... heart . - Sir , you have well deserv'd : If you do keep your promises in love But justly , as you have exceeded promise , ( 24 ) Your mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one ...
... heart . - Sir , you have well deserv'd : If you do keep your promises in love But justly , as you have exceeded promise , ( 24 ) Your mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one ...
Strana 17
... heart . Cel . Hem them away . Ros . I would try , if I could cry hem , and have him . Cel . Come , come , wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O , they take the part of a better wrestler than my- self ! Cel . O , a good wish upon you ...
... heart . Cel . Hem them away . Ros . I would try , if I could cry hem , and have him . Cel . Come , come , wrestle with thy affections . Ros . O , they take the part of a better wrestler than my- self ! Cel . O , a good wish upon you ...
Strana 19
... 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 thou art a man ...
... 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 thou art a man ...
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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...