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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... keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part , he keeps me rustically at home , or , to speak more properly , stays ( 2 ) me here at home unkept ; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that ...
... keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part , he keeps me rustically at home , or , to speak more properly , stays ( 2 ) me here at home unkept ; for call you that keeping for a gentleman of my birth , that ...
Strana 6
... keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come to such penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , sir ? Orl . O , sir , very well : here in your orchard . Oli . Know you before ...
... keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come to such penury ? Oli . Know you where you are , sir ? Orl . O , sir , very well : here in your orchard . Oli . Know you before ...
Strana 9
... keep your worship ! Oli . Farewell , good Charles . [ Exit Charles . ] Now will I stir this gamester : I 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 ...
... keep your worship ! Oli . Farewell , good Charles . [ Exit Charles . ] Now will I stir this gamester : I 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 ...
Strana 11
... keep not my rank , — Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling , which you have lost the sight of . Ros . Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling SCENE II . ] 11 AS YOU ...
... keep not my rank , — Ros . Thou losest thy old smell . Le Beau . You amaze me , ladies : I would have told you of good wrestling , which you have lost the sight of . Ros . Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling SCENE II . ] 11 AS YOU ...
Strana 15
... 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 out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give ...
... 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 out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give ...
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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...