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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... look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life ...
... look to't ; for if thou dost him any slight disgrace , or if he do not mightily grace himself on thee , he will practise against thee by poison , entrap thee by some treacherous device , and never leave thee till he hath ta'en thy life ...
Strana 17
... Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with Lords . Duke F. Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste , ( 31 ) And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin ...
... Look , here comes the duke . Cel . With his eyes full of anger . Enter DUKE FREDERICK , with Lords . Duke F. Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste , ( 31 ) And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin ...
Strana 21
... , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; " Ay , " quoth Jaques , " Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look SCENE 1. ] AS YOU LIKE IT . 21 17.
... , Full of the pasture , jumps along by him , And never stays to greet him ; " Ay , " quoth Jaques , " Sweep on , you fat and greasy citizens ; ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look SCENE 1. ] AS YOU LIKE IT . 21 17.
Strana 22
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ? " Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the ( 42 ) country , city , court , Yea , and of this ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. ' Tis just the fashion : wherefore do you look Upon that poor and broken bankrupt there ? " Thus most invectively he pierceth through The body of the ( 42 ) country , city , court , Yea , and of this ...
Strana 24
... look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter ...
... look old , yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in ( 49 ) my blood ; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter ...
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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...