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
... little 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 .
... little 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 19
... heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? ( 34 ) Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to ...
... heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? ( 34 ) Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be to us , Maids as we are , to ...
Strana 27
... heaven By doing deeds of hospitality : Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale ; and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And ...
... heaven By doing deeds of hospitality : Besides , his cote , his flocks , and bounds of feed , Are now on sale ; and at our sheepcote now , By reason of his absence , there is nothing That you will feed on ; but what is , come see , And ...
Strana 28
... He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . Song . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to 28 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... He is too disputable for my company : I think of as many matters as he ; but I give heaven thanks , and make no boast of them . Come , warble , come . Song . Who doth ambition shun , And loves to 28 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 30
... heaven hath sent me fortune : " And then he drew a dial from his poke , And , looking on it with lack - lustre eye , Says very wisely , " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see , " quoth he , " how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago ...
... heaven hath sent me fortune : " And then he drew a dial from his poke , And , looking on it with lack - lustre eye , Says very wisely , " It is ten o'clock : Thus we may see , " quoth he , " how the world wags : ' Tis but an hour ago ...
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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...