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 7
... leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old dog ! Adam . Is " old dog " my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . God be with my old master ! he would ...
... leave me . Orl . I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good . Oli . Get you with him , you old dog ! Adam . Is " old dog " my reward ? Most true , I have lost my teeth in your service . God be with my old master ! he would ...
Strana 8
... leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I ...
... leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life by some indirect means or other ; for , I assure thee , and almost with tears I speak it , there is not one so young and so villanous this day living . I speak but brotherly of him ; but should I ...
Strana 13
... leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if ...
... leave . Duke F. You will take little delight in it , I can tell you , there is such odds in the men . In pity of the challenger's youth , I would fain dissuade him , ( 19 ) but he will not be en- treated . Speak to him , ladies ; see if ...
Strana 15
... leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love , Yet such is now the duke's condition , That he misconstrues ( 26 ) all that you have done . The duke is humorous : what he is , indeed , More ...
... leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love , Yet such is now the duke's condition , That he misconstrues ( 26 ) all that you have done . The duke is humorous : what he is , indeed , More ...
Strana 19
... leave me out ; For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? ( 34 ) Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be ...
... leave me out ; For , by this heaven , now at our sorrows pale , Say what thou canst , I'll go along with thee . Ros . Why , whither shall we go ? ( 34 ) Cel . To seek my uncle in the forest of Arden . Ros . Alas , what danger will it be ...
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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...