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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... never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke 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 ...
... never two ladies loved as they do . Oli . Where will the old duke 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 ...
Strana 9
... never wrestle for prize more and so , God keep your worship ! Oli . Farewell , good Charles . [ Exit Charles . ] Now will I stir this gamester : I hope I shall see an end of him ; for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more ...
... never wrestle for prize more and so , God keep your worship ! Oli . Farewell , good Charles . [ Exit Charles . ] Now will I stir this gamester : I hope I shall see an end of him ; for my soul , yet I know not why , hates nothing more ...
Strana 11
... never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pan- cakes or that mustard . • Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's ...
... never had any ; or if he had , he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pan- cakes or that mustard . • Cel . Prithee , who is't that thou meanest ? Touch . One that old Frederick , your father , loves . Cel . ( 15 ) My father's ...
Strana 17
... , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... , or be not frantic , As I do trust I am not , -then , dear uncle , Never so much as in a thought unborn Did I offend your highness . VOL . III . C Duke F Thus do all traitors : If their purgation SCENE 111. ] 17 AS YOU LIKE IT .
Strana 21
... 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.
... 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.
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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...