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 11
... knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he ...
... knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ; but if yo swear by that that is not , you are not forsworn : no mecal ' was this knight , swearing by his honour , for he ...
Strana 43
... knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in ...
... knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true lover in ...
Strana 49
... knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to ...
... knave of them all shall flout me out of my calling . [ Exit . SCENE IV . Another part of the forest . Before a cottage . Enter ROSALIND and CELIA . Ros . Never talk to me ; I will weep . Cel . Do , I prithee ; but yet have the grace to ...
Strana 110
... knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught : here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this it is ( 13 ) that makes your servants droop ! Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your ...
... knave in Christendom . What ! I am not bestraught : here's- First Serv . O , this it is that makes your lady mourn ! Sec . Serv . O , this it is ( 13 ) that makes your servants droop ! Lord . Hence comes it that your kindred shun your ...
Strana 121
... knave's pate . Gru . My master is grown quarrelsome . - I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll wring it ; I'll try how you can sol ...
... knave's pate . Gru . My master is grown quarrelsome . - I should knock you first , And then I know after who comes by the worst . Pet . Will it not be ? Faith , sirrah , an you'll not knock , I'll wring it ; I'll try how you can sol ...
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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...