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 8
... honour , if he come in : therefore , out of my love to you , I came hither to acquaint you withal ; that either you might stay him from his intendment , or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into , in that it is a thing of his own ...
... honour , if he come in : therefore , out of my love to you , I came hither to acquaint you withal ; that either you might stay him from his intendment , or brook such disgrace well as he shall run into , in that it is a thing of his own ...
Strana 9
... in affection ; by mine honour , I will ; and when I break that oath , let me turn monster : therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear Rose , be merry . Ros . From henceforth I will , coz , and SCENE II . ] 9 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... in affection ; by mine honour , I will ; and when I break that oath , let me turn monster : therefore , my sweet Rose , my dear Rose , be merry . Ros . From henceforth I will , coz , and SCENE II . ] 9 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 10
... honour come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune ... honour ; but I was bid to come for Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
... honour come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune ... honour ; but I was bid to come for Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore ...
Strana 11
... honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pan- cakes or that mustard . • Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) ...
... honour , for he never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pan- cakes or that mustard . • Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) ...
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 .
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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...