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 9
... hope I shall see an end of him ; for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never schooled , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts enchantingly beloved ; and , indeed , so much in ...
... hope I shall see an end of him ; for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more than he . Yet he's gentle ; never schooled , and yet learned ; full of noble device ; of all sorts enchantingly beloved ; and , indeed , so much in ...
Strana 12
... hope of life in him so he served the second , and so the third . Yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what ...
... hope of life in him so he served the second , and so the third . Yonder they lie ; the poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what ...
Strana 33
... hope I blush , and hide my sword . Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days , And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church , And sat at good men's feasts , and wip'd our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd : And ...
... hope I blush , and hide my sword . Duke S. True is it that we have seen better days , And have with holy bell been knoll'd to church , And sat at good men's feasts , and wip'd our eyes Of drops that sacred pity hath engender'd : And ...
Strana 37
... hope , - Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an ill - roasted egg , all on one side . Cor . For not being at court ? Your reason . Touch . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never sawest good manners ; if thou never sawest good ...
... hope , - Touch . Truly , thou art damned ; like an ill - roasted egg , all on one side . Cor . For not being at court ? Your reason . Touch . Why , if thou never wast at court , thou never sawest good manners ; if thou never sawest good ...
Strana 47
... hope thou didst feign . Aud . Would you not have me honest ? Touch . No , truly , unless thou wert hard - favoured ; for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar . Jaq . [ aside ] A material fool ! Aud . Well , I am ...
... hope thou didst feign . Aud . Would you not have me honest ? Touch . No , truly , unless thou wert hard - favoured ; for honesty coupled to beauty is to have honey a sauce to sugar . Jaq . [ aside ] A material fool ! Aud . Well , I am ...
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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...