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 6
... Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ...
... Marry , sir , I am helping you to mar that which God made , a poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ...
Strana 8
... Marry , do I , sir ; and I came to acquaint you with a matter . I am given , sir , secretly to understand that your younger brother , Orlando , hath a disposition to come in dis- guised against me to try a fall . To - morrow , sir , I ...
... Marry , do I , sir ; and I came to acquaint you with a matter . I am given , sir , secretly to understand that your younger brother , Orlando , hath a disposition to come in dis- guised against me to try a fall . To - morrow , sir , I ...
Strana 10
... Marry , I prithee , do , to make sport withal : but love no man in good earnest ; nor no further in sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us ...
... Marry , I prithee , do , to make sport withal : but love no man in good earnest ; nor no further in sport neither than with safety of a pure blush thou mayst in honour come off again . Ros . What shall be our sport , then ? Cel . Let us ...
Strana 11
... marry , now unmuzzle your wisdom . Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ...
... marry , now unmuzzle your wisdom . Touch . Stand you both forth now : stroke your chins , and swear by your beards that I am a knave . Cel . By our beards , if we had them , thou art . Touch . By my knavery , if I had it , then I were ...
Strana 44
... Marry , he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ...
... Marry , he trots hard with a young maid between the contract of her marriage and the day it is solemnized : if the interim be but a se'nnight , Time's pace is so hard that it seems the length of seven year . Orl . Who ambles Time withal ...
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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...