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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... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part ...
... poor a thousand crowns ; and , as thou sayest , charged my brother , on his blessing , to breed me well : ( 1 ) and there begins my sadness . My brother Jaques he keeps at school , and report speaks goldenly of his profit : for my part ...
Strana 6
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come ...
... poor unworthy brother of yours , with idleness . Oli . Marry , sir , be better employed , and be naught a- while ! Orl . Shall I keep your hogs , and eat husks with them ? What prodigal's portion ( 3 ) have I spent , that I should come ...
Strana 7
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
... poor allottery my father left me by testament ; with that I will go buy my fortunes . Oli . And what wilt thou do - beg ? -when that is spent ? Well , sir , get you in : I will not long be troubled with you ; you shall have some part of ...
Strana 12
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
... poor old man , their father , making such pitiful dole over them , that all the beholders take his part with weeping . Ros . Alas ! Touch . But what is the sport , monsieur , that the ladies have lost ? Le Beau . Why , this that I speak ...
Strana 15
... poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker 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 ...
... poor Orlando , thou art overthrown ! Or Charles or something weaker 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 ...
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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...