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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... live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day , and fleet the time ...
... live ? Cha . They say , he is already in the forest of Arden , and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England : they say , many young gentlemen flock to him every day , and fleet the time ...
Strana 18
... live out of her company . Duke F. You are a fool . - You , niece , provide yourself : If you outstay the time , upon mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ...
... live out of her company . Duke F. You are a fool . - You , niece , provide yourself : If you outstay the time , upon mine honour , And in the greatness of my word , you die . [ Exeunt Duke Frederick and Lords . Cel . O my poor Rosalind ...
Strana 23
... lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his father ) - Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie , And ...
... lives : Your brother- ( no , no brother ; yet the son- Yet not the son - I will not call him son Of him I was about to call his father ) - Hath heard your praises ; and this night he means To burn the lodging where you use to lie , And ...
Strana 24
... settled low content . Adam . Master , go on , and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty.- From seventeen ( 51 ) years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more 24 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... settled low content . Adam . Master , go on , and I will follow thee , To the last gasp , with truth and loyalty.- From seventeen ( 51 ) years till now almost fourscore Here lived I , but now live here no more 24 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 25
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Here lived I , but now live here no more . At seventeen years many their fortunes seek ; But at fourscore it is too late a week : Yet fortune cannot recompense me better Than to die well , and not my ...
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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...