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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... perhaps as early as 1607 or 1609 ; that its publication had been in some way ' stayed ' by the intervention of the author , on behalf of himself and the company to which he belonged ; and that , having in consequence been laid aside for ...
... perhaps as early as 1607 or 1609 ; that its publication had been in some way ' stayed ' by the intervention of the author , on behalf of himself and the company to which he belonged ; and that , having in consequence been laid aside for ...
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... perhaps infer that it was not then in existence . From the fact that Marlowe's Hero and Leander , which is quoted , act iii . sc . 5 , — " Dead shepherd , now I find thy saw of might , - ' Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight ...
... perhaps infer that it was not then in existence . From the fact that Marlowe's Hero and Leander , which is quoted , act iii . sc . 5 , — " Dead shepherd , now I find thy saw of might , - ' Who ever lov'd that lov'd not at first sight ...
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... . * Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this couplet , and the words " it grows some- thing stale with me , " in the next speech , are quoted from some ballad or poem . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else 26 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
... . * Jove , Jove ! & c . ] Perhaps this couplet , and the words " it grows some- thing stale with me , " in the next speech , are quoted from some ballad or poem . Touch . Your betters , sir . Cor . Else 26 [ ACT II . AS YOU LIKE IT .
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... ( perhaps somewhat altered ) of a ballad now lost . " In the books of the Stationers ' Company , Aug. 6 , 1584 , was entered , by Richard Jones , the ballad of ' O swete Olyver , Leave me not be- hind thee . ' Again [ on the 20th of the ...
... ( perhaps somewhat altered ) of a ballad now lost . " In the books of the Stationers ' Company , Aug. 6 , 1584 , was entered , by Richard Jones , the ballad of ' O swete Olyver , Leave me not be- hind thee . ' Again [ on the 20th of the ...
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... Perhaps an interpolation . P. 34. ( 72 ) 66 " and " " In " Read , " says Mr. W. N. Lettsom , " His ; ' and , six lines below , ' In youthful hose . ' " - I must confess that I think both these alterations unnecessary . P. 35. ( 73 ) ...
... Perhaps an interpolation . P. 34. ( 72 ) 66 " and " " In " Read , " says Mr. W. N. Lettsom , " His ; ' and , six lines below , ' In youthful hose . ' " - I must confess that I think both these alterations unnecessary . P. 35. ( 73 ) ...
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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...