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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... , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . [ Adam retires . Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what.
... , though yet I know no wise re- medy how to avoid it . Adam . Yonder comes my master , your brother . Orl . Go apart , Adam , and thou shalt hear how he will shake me up . [ Adam retires . Enter OLIVER . Oli . Now , sir ! what.
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... masters , be patient : for your father's remembrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I say . My Orl . I will not , till I please : you shall hear me . father charged you in his will to give me good education : you have trained me ...
... masters , be patient : for your father's remembrance , be at accord . Oli . Let me go , I say . My Orl . I will not , till I please : you shall hear me . father charged you in his will to give me good education : you have trained me ...
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... master ! he would not have spoke such a word . [ Exeunt Orlando and Adam . Oli . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physic your rankness , and yet give no thousand crowns nei- ther . - Holla , Denis ! Enter DENIS . Den ...
... master ! he would not have spoke such a word . [ Exeunt Orlando and Adam . Oli . Is it even so ? begin you to grow upon me ? I will physic your rankness , and yet give no thousand crowns nei- ther . - Holla , Denis ! Enter DENIS . Den ...
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... masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love , Yet such is now the duke's condition , That he ...
... masters thee . Re - enter LE BEAU . Le Beau . Good sir , I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place . Albeit you have deserv'd High commendation , true applause , and love , Yet such is now the duke's condition , That he ...
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... master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony ...
... master ! O my sweet master ! O you memory Of old Sir Roland ! why , what make you here ? Why are you virtuous ? why do people love you ? And wherefore are you gentle , strong , and valiant ? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bony ...
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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...