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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... play , the wire - marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Quarto and Folio which Mr. Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to make strongly against it . " P. 143 . " Make feasts , invite friends , and ...
... play , the wire - marks corresponding throughout . The passages from the Quarto and Folio which Mr. Collier quotes in support of his theory seem to us to make strongly against it . " P. 143 . " Make feasts , invite friends , and ...
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... play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went coupled and inseparable . Duke F. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they ...
... play'd , eat together ; And wheresoe'er we went , like Juno's swans , Still we went coupled and inseparable . Duke F. She is too subtle for thee ; and her smoothness , Her very silence , and her patience , Speak to the people , and they ...
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... for your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III . D [ Exit . Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play SCENE VII . ] 33 AS YOU LIKE IT .
... for your good comfort ! Duke S. Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy : This wide and universal theatre VOL . III . D [ Exit . Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play SCENE VII . ] 33 AS YOU LIKE IT .
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William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the ... plays many parts , His acts being seven ages . As , first ( 69 ) the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms ...
William Shakespeare Alexander Dyce. Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in .. Jaq . All the ... plays many parts , His acts being seven ages . As , first ( 69 ) the infant , Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms ...
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... play the knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true ...
... play the knave with him . - Do you hear , forester ? Orl . Very well : what would you ? Ros . I pray you , what is't o ' clock ? Orl . You should ask me , what time o ' day : there's no clock in the forest . Ros . Then there is no true ...
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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...