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 17
... hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C ...
... hold intelligence , Or have acquaintance with mine own desires ; If that I do not dream , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C ...
Strana 28
... hold your tongues . Ami . Well , I'll end the song . - Sirs , cover the while ; the duke will drink under this tree . He hath been all this day to look you . ( 60 ) - Jaq . And I have been all this day to avoid him . He is too ...
... hold your tongues . Ami . Well , I'll end the song . - Sirs , cover the while ; the duke will drink under this tree . He hath been all this day to look you . ( 60 ) - Jaq . And I have been all this day to avoid him . He is too ...
Strana 30
... hold Ideath awhile at the arm's end : I will be here ( 62 ) with thee presently ; and if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ...
... hold Ideath awhile at the arm's end : I will be here ( 62 ) with thee presently ; and if I bring thee not something to eat , I will give thee leave to die : but if thou diest before I come , thou art a mocker of my labour . Well said ...
Strana 66
... hold . Enter WILLIAM . Will . Good even , Audrey . Aud . God ye good even , William . Will . And good even to you , sir . Touch . Good even , gentle friend . Cover thy head , cover thy head ; nay , prithee , be covered . How old are you ...
... hold . Enter WILLIAM . Will . Good even , Audrey . Aud . God ye good even , William . Will . And good even to you , sir . Touch . Good even , gentle friend . Cover thy head , cover thy head ; nay , prithee , be covered . How old are you ...
Strana 75
... holds true contents . You and you no cross shall part : — [ To Orlando . [ To Phebe . [ To Orlando and Rosalind . You and you are heart in heart : - [ To Oliver and Celia . [ To Phebe . You to his love must accord , Or have a woman to ...
... holds true contents . You and you no cross shall part : — [ To Orlando . [ To Phebe . [ To Orlando and Rosalind . You and you are heart in heart : - [ To Oliver and Celia . [ To Phebe . You to his love must accord , Or have a woman to ...
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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...