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 9
... mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full ...
... mistress of ; and would you yet I ( 10 ) were merrier ? Unless you could teach me to forget a banished father , you must not learn me how to remember any extraordinary pleasure . Cel . Herein I see thou lovest me not with the full ...
Strana 10
... Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore by his honour ...
... Mistress , you must come away to your father . Cel . Were you made the messenger ? Touch . No , by mine honour ; but I was bid to come for Ros . Where learned you that oath , fool ? Touch . Of a certain knight that swore by his honour ...
Strana 15
... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , Shall we go , coz ? Cel . but that her hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you ...
... mistress shall be happy . Ros . Gentleman , Giving him a chain from her neck . Wear this for me , one out of suits with fortune , That would ( 25 ) give more , Shall we go , coz ? Cel . but that her hand lacks means.- Ay . - Fare you ...
Strana 17
... Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste , ( 31 ) And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it ...
... Mistress , dispatch you with your safest haste , ( 31 ) And get you from our court . Ros . Duke F. Me , uncle ? You , cousin : Within these ten days if that thou be'st found So near our public court as twenty miles , Thou diest for it ...
Strana 22
... mistress . Sec . Lord . My lord , the roynish clown , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much ...
... mistress . Sec . Lord . My lord , the roynish clown , at whom so oft Your grace was wont to laugh , is also missing . Hesperia , the princess ' gentlewoman , Confesses that she secretly o'erheard Your daughter and her cousin much ...
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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...